Chapter 92

Ariana and I stopped and turned around, noticing a well-dressed man in a suit with glasses eagerly approaching us. His eyes lit up when he saw Ariana, and he took her hand. "It's been ages, Ariana! I didn't expect to run into you here!" Ariana looked at him, surprised. "Do we know each other?" The man seemed slightly hurt but managed a smile. "Ariana, it's me, Ryan Miller!" "Ryan Miller?" The name sounded familiar, momentarily distracting me. Ariana smiled politely as she pulled her hand away. "I'm sorry. I don't remember you." Ryan's face fell, and he stepped in front of her, pointing to himself. "Don't you remember, Ariana? We were in high school together! I even wrote you love letters and took you to the movies." Ariana frowned, clearly unhappy. "Stop talking nonsense. I never received any love letters or went to the movies with any boys." Ryan smiled awkwardly, explaining helplessly, "That's because you never got them. I left the letters on your desk, but unexpectedly, you