A Perfect Match

27(a)

When Charlotte's emotion was always affected by her relationship, I mocked her ruthlessly.

Now I knew what it felt like.

Walking out of the gate of the magnificent hotel, I stood in the cold wind in early spring. I had wanted to smoke sadly or get myself drunk to alleviate my misery.

But I was hungry.

So I took out my phone and hailed a Uber, heading to a nearby spaghetti shop.

The shop had been open near the school for more than 20 years. It was one of my favorite restaurants in middle school.

When I was still at school, I often climbed over the wall to have dinner there. After I finished eating, I often packed two pieces back, one for Oliver and the other for my night snack.

Over the years, whenever my friends came to play with me, I would take them to the restaurant to have spaghetti.

The car stopped at Food Street. I got out of the car, wrapped myself tighter in my coat, and went into the warm restaurant.