8- confession or concern?

"Do you have a memory of you gifting a red rose to him in your childhood?" he queried.

She narrowed and rolled her pupils all over the building as she gathered her childhood memories.

As she remembered, she offered a lovely, frank smile at the foggy face of the small boy, and she realised that the boy was her first love.

"Yes, but I couldn't picture his face." She was not strong enough to say it must be him.

"Yes, you did. Since that day, he has been searching for you." Lev declared.

"Is he a fool or something? We have been friends since birth. How can't he recognise my face?" She riled.

"Yes, he must have had poor sight back then. He couldn't recognise you." Lev sighed bleakingly.

"Then if I say that was me, he will be good to me, am I right?" She excitedly beamed in happiness and cursed herself, for she had been hating him for this whole year. "Why did you hate him, Elvira? He is your love."

She unseated quickly, leaving unfinished food, informing Lev, who was suddenly unaware of he