Jake’s Surprised Greeting
I waited nervously as the door creaked open, revealing Jake—older, yet unmistakably familiar. His eyes widened in surprise and recognition. “Wow, it’s been ages,” he said, nostalgia softening his voice. Seeing him stirred a flood of memories; this was definitely the boy I once knew. But now he was a man, carrying years of untold stories between us. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself to dive into the past.
Jake’s Surprised Greeting
An Invitation Inside
Jake stepped back, motioning us inside. “Sure, come in,” he said, his voice cautious yet inviting. The living room was cozy, radiating a warmth born from shared history. He studied us carefully, trying to place me in the puzzle of his past. “I think I remember you,” he said slowly. Lisa and I exchanged a glance—relieved, yet anxious about where this conversation might lead.
An Invitation Inside
