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Erika's POV

The wave of shock massively swooped me, but I managed to keep myself together.

Did Charles Evans just offer to give him cherries that he bought from the roadside? Has he changed that much?

If there was one thing I remembered about Charles, it was the fact that he was obsessed with hygiene.

Yes, as obsessed as he was with mathematics, robots, and his company.

I couldn't believe that the beat freak I knew was offering something he bought from the roadside.

The truth was that he was right, I loved cherries to the death of me, but I wasn't going to take it from him.

I wasn't going to give him the impression that everyone was all roses and rainbows with us again.

He held the cherries close to himself, and his huge shoulders dropped.

" I– I didn't know that you hated cherries now." He looked at the pack in his hands. " They were like your favorite thing, forever."

" Yeah, until they weren't." I started to scroll to my phone, there was just a lot I have to catch up with.