Sweety Destiny Brought by Skateboard

Alfred Jackson suddenly turned around, pinning me against the wall with a serious expression. "Jayne, I'm really going to do something serious now!"

In the dim light, with the faint sounds of commotion around us, the alcohol buzzed in my head. Looking at his vibrant, handsome face, I instinctively leaned in and kissed him.

"What are you doing, Jayne?"

I accidentally hiccupped, holding back the urge to throw up, and laughed, "Weren't you going to get serious? I'm just helping you out..."

"Jayne, I meant I want to focus on my studies again and retake my exams to get into college."

I couldn't hold it back and ended up vomiting on him...

Well, that's the consequence of teasing me...

The next morning, I woke up to find myself lying next to him. As I quickly sat up, he pulled me back down. "What, Jayne, you don't want to take responsibility?"

That day, I was shopping at the mall when I saw a message from my editor saying my writing style was outdated and didn't appeal to young readers. It was so true! I felt that not only was my writing style old, but I was too. This kind of oldness wasn't about age, it was about mindset and experience.

For the past 25 years, I had dedicated most of my time to studying and a proper job. I had never played video games, never drank alcohol, and hadn't done many of the crazy things young people did.

Outside the mall, a group of teenagers were doing tricks on skateboards, spinning, jumping, and flying through the air. It was quite impressive. I was so engrossed in watching them that I forgot to step aside, and one of the boys almost bumped into me, startling me into a shout, feeling a bit embarrassed.

The boy politely apologized, saying he forgot to avoid me, which made me feel even more embarrassed. In my fluster, I didn't even get a good look at him, but his youthful energy left a lasting impression on me, inexplicably stirring something inside me...

Suddenly, I understood what my editor meant by saying "appeal to young readers". So, I quickly headed to the roadside to catch a cab, planning to go home and revise my writing.

Just as I was about to get out of the cab, I realized with dismay that I had lost my phone and hadn't brought any cash. "Sir, I'll leave the clothes I bought with you and go home to get the money."

"Hurry up, hurry up..." The driver looked impatient.

At that moment, someone handed twenty dollars through the window. "No need for change."

"Thank you... Do you live in this neighborhood too?" I got out of the car and saw a young, handsome boy in front of me, guessing it was the one who almost bumped into me earlier, as I could still sense that familiar but indescribable aura.

"Looks like you owe me more than just the cab fare, Jayne."

Then something was placed in my hand. I looked down to see it was my phone.

"Earlier, the more I called at you the faster you walked, are you too good looking to be insecure?"

I could tell he was teasing, so I didn't respond.

Before I could say anything, he flashed his WhatsApp QR code, showing his nickname, and it read, "Wanna Try Something Fresh."

I blurted out, "Are you a foodie?"

He smiled mischievously, "I like beautiful women."

I felt his smile was a bit cheeky, and his words seemed suggestive. It must be my imagination running wild again, maybe this was my professional inertia...

"It's too hot to chase you so hard, so please buy me a drink." Before I could agree, he headed straight to the cafe at the community entrance.

Since he came over to return my phone, it was only fair. But his words sounded odd.

He took a sip of his Americano, looking disgusted. "What do you women drink all day?"

I found it amusing. "Didn't you order it yourself?"

"I've never had it before, just ordered randomly!"

So I got up and ordered a lemon juice for him.

He still looked displeased. "Too sweet..."

Then, I simply asked the owner for a cup of plain water and handed it to him. This time, he was finally satisfied.

I couldn't help but laugh. "If you don't like sweet things, why come to a beverage shop?"

"Didn't I tell you my preference?"

So he was coming to a cafe to see pretty girls? Alright, it seemed I was really out of touch with young people...

Then I inadvertently noticed on WhatsApp he had saved my nickname "Smiling All the Time" as "Flirty Smiling Lady," and I almost burst out laughing, "You wrote it wrong!"

"It's just a nickname, why so serious!" At that moment, his phone rang. He answered it, and the voice on the other end was loud. "You are really dating her! She's pretty, but don't you think she is so old..."

He quickly hung up without a hint of embarrassment, stood up to leave, and turned back at the door to say, "If you're into skateboarding, Jayne, you can come to the city center to watch the competition at 8 PM on Saturday."

Before I could respond, he had already disappeared from my sight.

Little did I know, this chance encounter would change the course of our lives...