I had a long day. I went to Bo's coffee shop again—my daily routine indeed and ordered my favorite, sat down and started reading another novel, I finished reading the last one,
'love like the wind' it was a tragedy love story. As I was busy with my novel I saw from my peripheral vision that somebody was watching me. I looked at the window side, nobody was there. When I faced the counter
'Jesus' I was shocked with the guy in front of me.
"My name's not Jesus" he said and sat in front of me.
"excuse me ?" I asked.
"Do you still remember me ?" he asked. Why do people keep asking me if I remember them ?
"No" I said and focused on the novel I'm reading. I didn't bother looking at his face
"I guess not ... let me introduce myself then, My name's Wane Carter" he said still, with a blank fa
