Nikki slowly turned around and got back on track. "You're right. He hasn't even called me once, and I've called him twice, but the answer I got was that he was busy with work. Now, he has time to go shopping with that girl. "
Monica was surprised. "You've already called him twice? I haven't even called him once. "
Nikki said, "Are you gloating?"
Monica said helplessly, "You could still fantasize before, but I knew from the start that he didn't have any feelings for me. Am I not even more unlucky than you? He hit me a home run right off the bat. "
Nikki: "Huh?"
Monica said, "That's right. I'm that baseball. He sent me flying with one hit, and I didn't even have a chance to return to the field."
Nikki opened her mouth, but couldn't refute her best friend's image, nor could she say anything to comfort her.
"Alright, let's go buy Christmas presents. Not all handsome guys can be friends. These are probably the only two times we've met him. "Monica pulled Nikki forward and comforted her.
As they talked, the two girls merged into the crowd.
…
Unlike Elena's previous "misunderstanding," Luke really did take her on a tour of New York in the afternoon.
After leaving Times Square, they went to NYPD HQ to see where a certain someone worked and fought.
Then, they went to the Brooklyn Bridge, and then to the mouth of the Hudson River in the southwest to see the Statue of Liberty on Liberty Island from afar.
They didn't take a boat to the island. It wasn't a great feeling to take a boat to the island in this weather. They could only wait until the weather was better before going.
At five in the afternoon, Luke sent Elena back to her dorm.
However, after parking the car in the parking lot not far from the back entrance, he took the opportunity to sneak into the school while she was greeting a young security guard.
Paland Academy of Arts didn't have strict attendance requirements. Coupled with the fact that Christmas was approaching, most students left early.
Elena's roommate, for example, had already gone on vacation with who knew how many boyfriends she had, and wouldn't be back for at least a week.
A moment later, Luke finally stepped into Elena's dorm.
When his sister Claire had gone to USC, he had only looked around the dorm, and hadn't gone to her dorm.
So, this was his first time in a college girl's dorm.
Paland wasn't a famous art school, and the dorm rules weren't strict either. The decorations in the dorm were quite unique, and there were strange things everywhere.
Elena's roommate was a New Zealand girl who liked to "make friends," and rarely returned to the dorm.
Elena's roommate was a New Zealand girl who liked to "make friends," and rarely went back to the dorm.
After analyzing it with Sharp Nose for a moment, Luke was no longer worried about his mild mysophobia acting up.
Elena's dormitory was where the international exchange students lived. The environment was better than ordinary dormitories. Not only did two people share a room, but there was also a bathroom where one could take a shower.
But that was not, because the dorm was more expensive than a dorm.
Fortunately, Elena had come with a scholarship. She was also a top student in this school, so part of the fees were waived. It wasn't much more expensive than ordinary dorms.
Coupled with the fact that she had a roommate who hardly ever went back to the dorm, her living environment was much better than New York's $1000 + monthly rent.
Of course, this was New Jersey, not the other side of the Manhattan River, so the rent was not that high.
While Luke was touring the dorm, Elena had already taken off her coat and was only wearing a thin sweater and jeans. She took out a bag from her locker and asked, "Do you want some?"
He turned his head and smiled. "Of course."
Elena opened the bag of coffee in her hand with a smile. "Your taste hasn't changed, has it?"
Luke said, "Okay." His gaze fell on her.
Her movements were skillful, not too fast, and pleasing to the eye.
Suddenly, she tilted her head and looked at him. "Why aren't you talking?"
Luke sat down on a chair in front of the window and said with a smile, "I'm reminded of when we first met."
Elena asked, "What's that?"
Luke chuckled. "I still remember that you invited me for coffee on the third night."
Elena couldn't help but snicker. "That's all you remember!"
Luke shrugged. "That was my first trip abroad, and the first time a girl invited me to coffee. It was indeed memorable."
Elena couldn't help but laugh. She picked up something from the side and threw it at him.
Luke caught it and examined it. He clicked his tongue in wonder. "You're not done growing yet. You're still growing!"
Elena spat at him and turned a blind eye to him playing with her undergarments.
They chatted and laughed until the hot coffee came out of the oven. They sat down next to the window with the coffee in their hands.
Elena's habits hadn't changed.
There was a chair and a small round table in front of the window. This was definitely where she drank coffee in the dorm.
There were a few books on a small bookshelf on the side.
There were art magazines, literary classics, and … huh? A detective.
Hugging Elena, who was sitting on his lap, he picked up the detective novel. "You're still reading Derrick Storm? I don't remember you having this hobby. "
Looking at the darkening sky and the falling snowflakes, Elena chuckled. "Because I want to know what your job is like."
Luke put the book back. "The main character in this book is a private detective, and I'm a police detective."
Elena was at a loss. "Isn't it all about solving cases?"
Luke chuckled. "We can use guns and arrest and interrogate suspects. Private detectives don't have that right. However, if you think it's worth reading, you can treat it as a pastime. Both their jobs are to look for evidence, so it's not completely unrelated, right? "
Elena just hummed in agreement.
Outside the window, it was getting darker, but the dorm was as warm as spring.
It got dark early in New York in winter, and at seven o 'clock, all the street lights were on.
Jameson, the new security guard at Paland Academy, was walking around the campus with a helpless expression.
The old security guard had retired due to illness, and he had only been hired a few days ago.
As Christmas approached, the night shift had somehow been arranged for him for three days in a row.
As a newcomer, he could only accept it and comfort himself that he didn't have a girlfriend anyway, and his parents were back home. He could still earn some money working overtime.
Also, it was only nightfall when his walkie-talkie rang. Another old security guard on duty at the main gate openly told him that he could go out on patrol.
Jameson hesitated in the warm security room for a few minutes, but in the end, he had no choice but to get dressed and walk out. After all, he was a newcomer.
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