I looked for the owner of the voice while holding Bek's hand. I'm terrified to lose her in this huge resort. My sister tugged on my hand and pointed her finger on the left. And there I saw a familiar face, someone I spent some afternoons with on my last two years in high school -- in the writing club and Nursing school.
"Justin. How are you?"
"I'm good. How about you?" Justin said, smiling.
I haven't seen Justin since graduation. We don't work for the same hospital, and since I moved out, I haven't seen him in my old neighbourhood. He has changed physically and definitely looked better than I last remember. A few muscles were added in the right places. Still not my type, but I have to say he looks great.
"Same. Just working instead of studying," we started laughing after I said that.
