"What were you doing on the floor?" I questioned.
"I tripped, but forget about me. Now tell me, child. Where did you disappear to for the last five years?" He asked, face full of curiosity. I found it strange that he would still remember me, after-all we only met a handful of times.
"Well, you're taking me down my memory lane." I said, not ready to give him my answer. "How about I take you to that café close by; it's almost 7 so it should be open now." I suggest to him and he agrees like his life depended on it. 'That's not weird at all' I think to myself as I lead him down the street to the "Wild beans Café", which is only about 5 minutes walk from my apartment.
We settle down in the corner and I offer him the menu. He doesn't take long to decide so I order pancakes for the two of us and prepare myself to answer him.
