"Is this how you felt at that time?"
I was at a loss for words when he said that to me; his dark brown eyes were reflecting my image, and for some reason, I could not look away. Or was it that I did not want to turn away from his gaze? How was it that he was feeling the same thing that I felt when I saw these flowers for the first time? My fingers began to softly stroke the ring that was around my left ring finger. I did not want to sound weird; his image of me was already strange, and I've made trouble for him even though we have only met, but I could not help but think that there could be the slightest chance that he might be the owner of the ring, which I treasured more than anything else.
"Is there anything wrong over here?" Vic Franco appeared out of nowhere, and here I thought he had already left. His voice had distracted the writer standing beside me as he shook his head. "And I've never heard that you two were close. Were you going somewhere?"
