RAFAEL
I watched Shay Zephanie with her eyes closed, listening to the music floating around La Boutique.
Everything about her looked the same. There was no distinct difference or shift on her appearance and yet I can't help but wonder: Who was this impostor, and what happened to Shay, the Shay Zephanie that I had known?
"What is it?" The seeming impostor was now staring at me, an odd curiosity visible on her face.
I should have noticed the signs.
"Do I have something on my face?"
I shook my head, no.
"I was just admiring how beautiful you are."
"You flatter me, Rafael." My suspicions were confirmed. If she were the same Shay Zephanie whom I had met a week ago, she wouldn't have responded like that.
She might have said something like, "Be careful, Rafael. You're not supposed to fall in love with me, remember?".
I smiled at the thought.
The Shay Zephanie that I had known had no care about how she looked, though I presume she was well aware of her appeal.
