DANA
Meeting me again? I don't even remember who this man is. I watched in confusion as he looked back at me with two orbs of pretty eyes.
There was a hint of recognition on his eyes when he saw me up close. Maybe he's one of my customers? A journalist? A fan, perhaps?
"I'm sorry… I don't remember who you are. Have we met?" – I asked, trying to sound polite
The disappointment on his face was obvious. He cleared his throat and gave a look to the man at the counter. Peter gave him a meaningful stare and shook his head. whatever was going on here, I hope someone would give me a clue.
I took a spoonful of my order and waited for the man to get his shit together. I let myself glance at him one more time, trying to recover whatever memory I forgot with him on it. Still, I failed. There was nothing there to remember.
"can I sit down?" – the man said and before I can say no, he already did.
