I would have tasted it in case someone suddenly grabbed a glass and he drank the meat. Three seconds after he finished my drink, "You should NEVER accept drinks from people you don't know." Her voice was a little angry.
"Clyde ...?" He turned around suddenly so I couldn't see his face. But it's just a voice, I already know it's him. "Clyde !!!"
He suddenly walked away and headed to the center where it was quite crowded. I looked for him around but I could no longer find him.
I don't care anymore even if the others look at me. They can't see my face and they don't even know me. "Clyde, where are you?" And who are the men I'm touching, "Clyde ..." But he's not. "Sorry ... I thought you're someone else."
It's like I'm crazy here in the middle. Like a missing child ... "Where are you Clyde? You'll show up but you won't talk to me either ...?"
