Jeric, who had been watching the exchange carefully, leaned toward Reynold as the girls disappeared into the cafeteria. "Do you know her?" he asked, curiosity plain in his voice.
Reynold's eyes lingered on the closing doors before he gave a subtle nod. "Yes," he admitted quietly. Then his tone shifted, carrying a weight that Jeric could not miss. "But it seems they also forget. Just like you."
Jeric froze, his brows drawing together. "Huh? What are you talking about?"
Reynold gave him a short look, his expression unreadable. "Never mind," he muttered. "Just follow my lead."
Without another word, he turned back toward the car, his stride deliberate. Jeric hesitated for only a moment before he sighed and followed, still carrying the question in his mind but choosing not to press further. Reynold's urgency was enough to tell him that answers would come, but not here, not yet.
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