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...