I couldn't speak. I simply stared at Vasilis in stunned silence.
The music, the lights, the chattering, the people, everything else had faded away into an irrelevant oblivion, and all that remained in existence was him. His arms around me, his words still dancing in the air around us.
"How..." I croaked. "How do you know all that?"
He scratched his head, a light blush creeping into his cheeks as he said, "I must admit, I'm a bit of a stalker."
I swallowed, still unable to speak.
He'd remembered every single thing I'd ever shared with him, and somehow knew things I hadn't even shared with him.
How did he know I fed baby crows and read classical novels? Did he truly spend time stalking me?
The thought of that should have creeped me out but instead, a horde of butterflies decided to cause a stampede in my stomach.
And that was how I knew I was truly done for.
