Four Years Of Dignity, Only Deserved His Cold Verdict

At the end of the college mixer, only the campus heartthrob, myself, and a very drunk girl remained in the lounge.

The remaining crowd, eager to play matchmaker, proposed a final game: whoever guessed John’s favorite fruit would be paired up with him for the upcoming week-long camping trip.

I pretended not to care, stepping back to let the other girl choose first.

When I saw her holding a half-burnt cigarette, lazily pointing her finger toward the bowl of mangoes, a quiet wave of relief washed over me.

John was severely allergic to mangoes.