I blinked hard. I couldn't believe he was here. What was he doing here? Was it really him? He's really here. I almost reached out to touch his cheek. I almost screamed and hugged him. But then I convinced myself that the Victoria who would've done that was dead. I felt my heart ache at the decision of my head.
I quickly recomposed myself and cleared my throat. "Do you need directions?"
He still looked stunned seeing me. Did he recognize me even with this disguise? I had to snap my fingers in his face for him to come to reality. He jerked and shook his head profusely.
"Are you okay, Mister?" I asked, partly concerned and partly because I really wanted to know if he still recognized me.
I don't know why I had this feeling that if he didn't recognize me, my heart will shatter.
His eyes lit up like a happy five year old. I almost drooled at how cute that looked. I memorized each contour of his face at that moment, so when he left I could ponder on it and swoon.
