“Hi, I'm Jericho,” she heard his voice echoing in her head. His smile was broad, and nice. Olive was forced to smile in return.

“Hi, Jeri,” she said blankly and he chuckled at the nickname.

“Remember me?”

“You... you were part of those me who mocked me,” she responded. He bit his lower lip, looked down and began to scratch the back of his head.

“I... well—” he looked up at her.

“I apologize for that. But, you already had your revenge. You beat me, broke my nose, slashed my face and knocked me out. Bravo,” be said with a genuine smile.

“Why do you... seem proud of me when...