It started in school. They were the best of friends. Where one went, the other followed. Xana shared her sandwich with Xander and they ate it together with their drinks. And he walked her home every single day, even though his house was on the opposite side of town.
For some reasons, they got separated. Many years had passed, Xander got married and three years later, he was a widower. Out of the blue, he saw Xana standing there. Was it really her? She glanced at him and did a double take.
“Is that you Xander? Yes, it is you!” Xana said as she did a double take.
“It’s me indeed! How are you? It has been a long time. I thought I was seeing a ghost!” Xander still shocked.
“I’m fine, fine. And this is Jack, my son. We’re getting his ice-cream, want to join us?”
“Sure, after you,” as he followed them to the café.
“Can we have a scoop of vanilla ice-cream, an orange juice, and what do you want to drink?”
“I’ll have a beer please, thanks.”
They kept on looking at each other and after some time, were about to speak at the same time. So they just laughed. Their orders arrived and carried on with polite conversation while enjoying the view of the lake and the volcano.
“You left without saying goodbye. You broke my heart.”
“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Something tragic has happened, so we had to leave quickly.”
“What happened? You know you could always tell me.”
“It took me some time before I was on my feet again.”
“My dear Xana, it’s so nice to see you again. It has been 8 years and a lot of things have happened to me, too.”
And just as Xana was about to say something, Jack returned from the playground and asked his Mum if they could go home now.