After dropping her son off at kindergarten, Dahlia drove to V.L company.
Dahlia
Might as well grab some coffee before going in.
She stopped at Starbucks and ordered her usual. After picking up her drink, she hurried toward the exit, but accidentally bumped into someone, spilling her coffee all over him.
Dahlia
Oh my god! I’m so sorry, are you okay?
Dahlia quickly pulled a handkerchief from her bag and began dabbing at the man’s shirt without looking up.
Ezekiel
Fuck, it really is an unlucky day.
The man muttered.
Dahlia froze. Even after six years, she knew that voice better than her own heartbeat.
Slowly, she looked up. His face was hidden behind a mask, sunglasses, and a cap. To anyone else, he’d look like an ordinary passerby. But to her... he was...
Ezekiel.
No matter how he disguised himself, she would always recognize him — his features, his height, his voice, his body, even the way he carried himself.
Both of them stood frozen until Ezekiel moved first, roughly bumping her shoulder as he pushed past.
Ezekiel
Excuse me. You’re blocking my way.
Dahlia
(Did he really not recognize me?)
Dahlia
(Well... it’s been six years. I’ve changed a lot.)
Dahlia
(But... I recognized him instantly, even in disguise. So what’s the difference?)
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