Mirabe thought for a moment, then nodded and took the breakfast. "Sure, it''s just around the corner. Just say you''re ''Baldy Boo'' when you get there."


    Nick silently nced at Mirabe, surprised that his sister would use such a nickname for online shopping.


    Noticing his look, Mirabe coughed and exined, "It''s from some crappy website. The nicknames are random and you can''t change them."


    With that cleared up, Nick didn''t ask more and headed outside.


    Soon, Nick reached the corner of the alley and saw a guy wearing a baseball cap, looking a bit underdressed for the weather, holding a small cardboard box.


    It looked like a delivery.


    Nick approached him and asked politely, "Excuse me, are you delivering something?"


    The guy in the cap looked up, a brief look of surprise crossing his face before he asked, "You''re... Baldy Boo?"


    Nick took a second before nodding, "Yeah, that''s me."


    His eyes caught an embroidered water droplet logo on the man''s cap, feeling a vague sense of familiarity, like he''d seen it before.


    Nick''s gaze sharpened slightly.


    After another look at Nick, the man handed over the box, his tone polite, "Here''s your package."


    Nick found the courier''s gaze a bit odd but didn''t question it. After thanking him, he took the package and left.


    The man watched Nick''s retreating figure, lost in thought. He had always imagined "Baldy Boo" to be a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, not someone so young.


    And definitely not bald.


    Shaking his head, the man soon left the alleyway.


    *


    Nick hadn''t yet reached home with the package when he got another call from his sister, asking him to swing by the corner store to pick up some soy sauce as they''d run out.


    So, he made a detour to the store.


    He and Catherine had shopped there just yesterday, so he knew the ce well.


    After buying the soy sauce, Nick was just stepping out of the store when he overheard someone asking Catherine for directions to her house.


    Looking towards the source of the voice, he saw two people standing next to the store, one probably a passing neighbor. Recognizing the other person, Nick''s expression changed slightly.


    "If you''re looking for Grandma Yang, just follow this alley straight down until you see a house with ivy all over the fence. That''s her ce."


    After exining, the neighbor looked at the woman curiously and asked, "Are you a rtive of Grandma Yang''s?"


    She remembered that little Mira hade back these days.


    Summer, holding her bag, tightened her grip upon hearing the question and


    managed a strained smile, replying, "...a distant rtive."


    "Oh," the neighbor nodded, not seeming to doubt her words.


    Summer visibly rxed when the neighbor didn''t press further.


    Nick watched Summer''s every move, his lips curving in amusement. Vanity really was an insidious thing, not even daring to acknowledge her own great- grandmother.


    Feeling someone''s eyes on her, Summer turned, and the moment she saw Nick, she seemed startled, her bag slipping from her grasp.


    Why was he here?


    The neighbor, seeing the bag fall, hurriedly picked it up, "Youngdy, you dropped your bag."


    Summer quickly averted her gaze, taking back her bag with a slight tremble in her voice, "Th-thank you."