Lockce Weitz Gray?
Did I ever hear his name?
I shifted my dull olive eyes at him and while gazing at him I try to seek him in my foggy memory.
Not giving a force any further to my mind, I blinked my eyes at him and released a long sigh while I mumbled. "My memory shows error about you." And laid my head over my hands and turned my aspect towards the direction of the window.
"Well, you seem to be pretty bad mood. Do you want to talk about?"
All of a sudden, I heard his muffled concern voice towards me and I slowly raised my head.
Straighting myself I rested my back against the backrest of the chair and with my narrowed hazel olive eyes I glare at him while he were on the motion of sipping his coffee.
