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The field of golden flowers danced around them almost life-filled as the warm summer breeze fluttered through, the field rippling golden as they slowly sauntered on.
"Have we met before? Long before the parade", she asked him, her questioning gaze meeting his ruby red ones as she watched him.
For a brief moment, he looked at her, quite surprised by her question. After meeting her again, he had eventually concluded that she couldn't remember him. Not in the piercing way he did her. He had also accepted it that way while hoping to get to know her properly now. Yet hearing her sudden question, he couldn't help but stifle a crawling smile.
"Indeed, we've met before" he told her. She was quite startled by his reply as she had thought that the idea of them meeting before the story began was far from possible.
"We met three years ago at the bookstore" he said
"At the bookstore?"
