My knees are wobbling as he strolled towards my direction. I turn my back on him.
“Hey.”
I am currently at the bar counter. Even though I’m not going to drink, I’m here first so that no one can talk to me, in case I made a wrong decision because now, someone is approaching.
The sports car was quickly sold to a woman. I’m not sure if he really bought it because there was a call on the cellphone, maybe he was the only one with the bead.
I face it. His shoulder leaned against the counter.
“It’s you.” I stuttered to say.
He’s here. I’m not mistaken, I’m sure I saw him.
But why is he here?
“Long time no see, Celiza. It’s been years.” It sipped on the wine he was holding.
“How’s your life?”
“O-okay.” I stuttered.
“You seem nervous.” Of course who wouldn’t ?!
