Jenn's POV
We stood there for a few seconds after the kiss, barely breathing, the sky behind us slowly shifting into twilight. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had kissed Andres. Or… he had kissed me? I wasn't even sure anymore.
But what I was sure of—was how real it felt.
His hand brushed against mine, his fingers lingering like he wasn't sure whether to hold on or let go. I didn't move. I didn't want him to stop.
"I hope that didn't mess things up," he finally whispered, his voice uncertain now.
I looked up at him, slightly stunned. The confident, charming Andres was suddenly vulnerable.
"It didn't," I said softly. "It's just… a lot to take in."
He smiled—relieved, maybe. But before either of us could say another word, my phone started ringing in my sling bag.
Of course.
I pulled it out and saw Jas's name flash across the screen. My heart sank.
"Give me a sec," I told him and walked a few steps away to answer.
"Jenn! Where are you guys?" she said, her voice low but urgent. "There's a girl here… she just came up to the car and asked for Andres."
My heart skipped.
"A girl? Who?"
"I don't know, but she looks super confident. Like she knows him really well. I didn't say anything—just pretended to be on my phone. But I think you should come here."
I ended the call and turned toward Andres.
"There's someone asking for you. At the car."
His face changed—just slightly—but I noticed. He looked away for a moment, then nodded. "Let's go."
We walked back in silence, the romantic haze already starting to crack.
And then I saw her.
She was leaning against the car—tall, perfectly dressed, with long auburn hair and that kind of air about her that screamed I know I belong here. Jas was still in the backseat, pretending to scroll through her phone like she hadn't just witnessed a scene straight out of a K-drama.
The girl looked up as we approached and gave Andres a small, tight smile.
"Andres," she said.
"Isabelle," he replied, his voice clipped.
Isabelle? Of course her name would be something soft and perfect like that.
"I didn't expect to see you here," she continued, glancing at me now, her gaze sharp and assessing.
He didn't say anything. Just stood there, jaw tense, hands in his pockets.
There was a weird silence between them, like something unspoken hanging heavily in the air.
I stepped back slightly. "Should I… give you two a moment?"
"No," Andres said immediately. "You don't have to go anywhere."
But Isabelle stepped forward. "Actually, I think we do need a minute. Please."
I looked at him. He didn't nod, but he also didn't stop her.
So, I turned and walked a few steps away, close enough to hear nothing, but far enough to pretend I wasn't feeling everything.
My heart was pounding again—but not in the good way this time.
Jas opened the car door and stepped out, quietly joining me.
"Ex?" she whispered.
"Feels like it," I said, not taking my eyes off them.
And as I stood there, watching Andres talk to this girl from his past, all I could think about was how perfect the moment was just fifteen minutes ago—and how quickly everything can shift.