Lake was sitting on a plane for more than fifty minutes; he had his face buried in his phone, staring at the few pictures of the owner of the Lake Vine company.
He didn't know why, but the moment he saw her first picture, he felt as if something clicked within him, but before he could fully understand what he was feeling, the feeling was gone like it was never there in the first place, leaving only the emptiness that had become his long-time friend.
He tried searching for more personal pictures, but he only ended up with a few professional pictures of her and some pictures of her company and employees.
He finally gave up on searching for her personal pictures and zoomed in on a particular picture where she was standing beside a young man in what looked like a professional gathering, again, he didn't feel comfortable staring at the man beside her, he couldn't just place a name to what he felt for this strange woman's picture.
