I leave the bags in my hand in a corner with surprise. This is the information I must verify. Those eyes are similar to Uğur's eyes, but I know that my memory may mislead me in the meantime. After all, people like to beautify their good memories and keep them in brain. Uğur is one of my most decorated memories. And no matter how attractive his extraordinary eyes, interesting hair, and slender body look, there's no way my Uğur would look like this. If I saw him in a dark gray suit, with rimmed glasses, reading a heavy novel or, I don't know, anything more serious; everything makes sense. EVERYTHING! But seeing him working as a cashier in a grocery store, dressed in shabby clothes and a tired look? Ugur? This terrifies me.
Do not get me wrong. I'm not underestimating cashiering. On the contrary, I think that it is an unappreciated, laborious job. My brain just can't accept the reality that Uğur is a cashier. I know we are the same age, but if you ask my brain, Uğur Tarlan must be a rich businessman or an academician at a good university. Never a cashier!
I wait until the crowd at the cash desk is over and quietly approach the cashier named Uğur.
While I clear my throat, he turns his head towards me:
-Do you need something?
-Well… Hello… So hi…
He looks at me and my bags in turn, frowning slightly:
-Hello?
-I hope you don't misunderstand… I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, but… Can I ask you something?
His eyebrows furrow a little more. I look carefully at his face. Could my memory be deceiving me? He really looks like my Uğur. But maybe I'm being silly.
-Here you go?
A woman approaches the cashier. I stand aside and wait for Uğur to do his job. He turns to me when he's done. I'm so glad he didn't forget my existence that I tried hard not to smile as my stupid heart beats madly. Even if he's not my Uğur, he's a pretty, pretty attractive boy. Words are insufficient to describe it.
-I wonder if your surname is Tarlan?
My heart beats faster as his gray eyes widen. I feel the answer even before he speaks.
-Yes. Do I know you?
-Well… You probably don't remember, but we were in the same class in primary school.
-Is that so?
-Yeah. When I saw you, you looked familiar, then I heard your name and I couldn't help but ask.
-I understand. Sorry, I really couldn't remember. What is your name?
-Rüya Eslem.
He looks at me intently for a long time. I decide not to disturb him any further, as the safe condenses again before he can even open his mouth.
-I'll stop by again later. Take it easy.
I take my bags in embarrassment and walk out of the market and run towards the house.
I can't believe it's him. How can this be possible? How could Uğur Tarlan have returned here in such a changed state?