During the Christmas break trip, the cold war with my childhood friend started as soon as we got on the luxury car.
I sat by the window, and he sat to my left.
We were so distant that it felt like we were strangers, not even a glance exchanged between us.
That was, until halfway through the journey.
A tall, youthful, and fashionable girl boarded the train.
She immediately caught the attention of many in the carriage.
She wore a long, pure white down jacket, which she left unzipped. Beneath it, she wore a tight black bodysuit that clung to her, outlining her hourglass figure.
Her face, however, was gentle and calm.
With delicate makeup, she exuded a mixture of purity and allure, easily making a good impression on anyone.
She pushed a small, stylish suitcase, her eyes scanning the area.
When her gaze landed on our side, her eyes lit up.
She finally settled in the empty seat across from us, sighing with relief: "Phew, finally found a seat. I'm exhausted. "
Alexander stood up, ever the gentleman, and offered, "Let me help you with your luggage. "
The girl quickly waved him off, "No need to trouble yourself, young man, I can manage. It's not heavy. "
As she grabbed the suitcase, her hand brushed against Alexander's.
Her face flushed, and she stammered, "Thanks… um, thank you. "
Alexander, who had been cold and indifferent the entire time, finally gave a small smile: "No need to thank me. I noticed you're traveling alone. It's not easy for a girl to travel alone. It's just a small favor. "
Hearing this, I felt a small sting in my heart.
When I was fumbling with my own suitcase, he didn't even offer to help.
Once seated, the two of them started chatting, exchanging names.
I learned the girl's name was Eleanor.
It was clear they felt a connection, growing more and more engaged with each word.
It was like two flies buzzing in my ear, stirring up the calm of my heart and provoking me without restraint.
Alexander's coldness toward me and his warmth toward Eleanor couldn't have been more different.
His smile never faded, and Eleanor's gaze grew increasingly meaningful.
I became more and more irritated. A few times, I thought about using the restroom as an excuse to get away, but there was never a good opportunity to interrupt their conversation.
Suddenly, Eleanor turned to me, her expression curious yet cautious. She asked:
"Sorry to ask, but are you two a couple? "
Finally, I wasn't invisible anymore?
I was about to answer when Alexander quickly wiped the smile off his face and responded first: "No. "
I paused for a moment, then softly echoed: "Mm, no. "
