Winnie remained unmoved for a good few minutes, until the young man in front of her snapped his fingers back to earth. She smeared as she recovered:
- Yes ... were you talking to me?
- Yes, he assured him, I was talking to you. You dream ?
Now that she could see his face better, perfect, half-square, the perfect cheekbones on a pale, flawless face, Winnie thought to herself that finally that beautiful voice went well with her "fake" face.
- Who are you? ... I mean, from you to me, we know you can't be the real Benjie so ...
- We never told you you talk too much?
This cute, cute young impostor was doing his best to piss off Winnie, and obviously there was because he apparently had a knack for touching where "it hurts" with the young woman.
- Oh no, I forbid you! I ... I wouldn't tolerate any remark from a thief like you. Hey, wait ... You read my messages there!
Yes, he was reading messages on Winnie's cell phone, but until then she had been so upset that she hadn't noticed him. She then tried to take it from him, but the youngster easily avoided her and said:
- Calm down, I'm not done yet. I'll give it back to you at the end of our business lunch, okay?
- What? ... What do you mean "business lunch", what business could I have with a person like you, disbeliever.
- Geez ... You're convinced I'm a doppelganger, aren't you?
- It's the truth, retorted the young woman assuredly, never will my Benjie treat a lady with such low class.
- A lady ? Let me laugh.
Winnie wanted to give a reply but he stopped her by offering her his apple.
- What?
- My phone, idiot, I need a lot of proof to convince you, don't I?
Winnie glared at him for a moment before finally resigning herself to returning it to him. He took it and gave the young woman his own, and ordered her to go to her Instagram page, which she did.
- What does that mean? Stop bothering you, I understand that you are these fans that we follow because they are lookalikes, I respect that Benjie fascinates you but it is dishonest to want to pretend to be him.
- Smile, he just said before blasting Winnie with his cell phone flash.
- What? ... But what are you doing!
- You look ... Horrible in this picture. It's really funny.
Unintentionally Winnie was so surprised that a grimace came to her as she took the photo, and her photographer laughed at her heartily.
- This is not fun!
- Oh if I assure you ..., he replied, smiling round the corner.
- You're just an id ...
As she was about to curse, her cell phone beeped. A photo of her favorite singer had just been posted, this photo was of her. Winnie stared at her for a good minute before slowly raising her head in the direction of the young man who was impatiently awaiting her reaction. The young woman at end of word, sat down and said:
- Shit ... Well, no fucking! Sorry damn! ... Oh no I said it again! I'm sorry, I'm like when I'm super happy, surprised ah I can't believe it's really you! I swear to you I was in the mood: no, it could be him! Why would he talk to a looser like this ... it's really you that's crazy! I thought you were one of those internet freaks that TV stars want to look like you know the ...
He put his index finger to his lips and said:
- Breathe, idiot.
The young woman nodded before looking at the finger to her mouth, was that Benjie's finger on her mouth? Winnie couldn't believe it, she didn't know how to react now that she knew he was the real Benjie in front of her. He withdrew his finger then said:
- Convinced?
- Yes sir.
- Don't call me sir, my name is ...
- Hyun-Shik Min-Ho! I know! ... Sorry I have to speak less loudly, don't I?
- Yes, less loudly please.
- It's because I'm so happy! I don't believe it, I'm sitting across from Benjie! Ah uh ... Sorry less, she caught up, lowering her tone, I'm so glad to see you in person. On the other hand ... Why me? Finally, how did you find me?
- I saw you at the concert.
- But there were a lot of people at the concert, how did you know it was me Winwin?
- I don't know ... I guessed it when I saw you.
- Yes but how ?...
- That's enough with your questions, don't you think?
- Yes, yes, replied the resigned young woman, you are right. Go ahead, talk.
Min-Ho was even more beautiful up close, Winnie told herself as she gazed at him more silently. She reveled in every feature of his beautiful face and couldn't wait to hear him speak, her voice up close was just as better. In a split second, all the nervousness against her was gone, all she wanted now was just sitting there.
- Well ... To put it simply, I would like you to become my lyricist. I've received several s of your songs, and almost all of them went well, so it's fair to say that your lyrics suit my voice and audience well.
- It's going to be complicated, she replied, still dreaming, I don't write anymore.
- Why did you do that, why you don't write anymore?
- More inspiration ...
Min-Ho snapped his fingers again to bring her back to her head, then said:
- Stay focused, Winwin!
- Yes I am ! I am, sorry!
- Why don't you write, explain yourself clearly when you say you are uninspired.
- Well ..., before when I wrote it was to describe what I saw and how I imagined the emotion that the sound could give me.
Min-Ho remained perplexed for a moment then ended up telling the young woman of his incomprehension, Winnie huffed then she continued by saying:
- I mean ..., she bent one of her earlobes and let out one of her prostheses, before I wrote what I imagined certain sounds. For example, amusement Park, I imagined what it would be like to hear you sing, you know?
Min-Ho was not expecting it, he leaned down to get a better view of the prosthesis, which he was obviously fascinated by its discretion, he confessed:
- It's crazy, I have approached you so many times and I only see it now.
- Yes ... To tell the truth ... I prefer to hide it from people.
- Why, I find him great.
Winnie's face suddenly darkened, for her memories returned that never let go. Those moments of great sorrow that we pushed back into the back of our minds and which only returned at bad times. Min-Ho caught his sudden change in mood and asked him:
- What do you have ?
Winnie pulled himself together and answered him with a forced smile:
- Nothing at all, don't worry! Come on, let's talk about you instead, I have so many questions for you, if you only knew how many times I have dreamed of this moment I am so happy.
Min-Ho stared at her silently; he leaned back against his chair and said:
- So that's the way you do it when you lie? You shy away from looks and start talking all the time so that people don't have time to question you. It's smart I admit, but with me it doesn't take sorry. Tell me what got you in this state right now.
Min-Ho's blue gaze had changed dramatically, Winnie almost thought he was drowning in it it was so deep. They almost forced her to speak, it was as if they were searching her for the desired answer; an answer she couldn't shy away from. What Winnie replied at that moment, she blamed herself for saying because Min-Ho was the only one, to the detriment of his best friend Tonny, to know about this terrible secret.
In truth, I felt like I could trust him. How is this possible?