The taxi driver who drove me kept on staring at me and I became uncomfortable with it.

“Did he recognized me from somewhere?” I thought to myself because he was staring at me like he knew me from somewhere. “Could it be that we have met before and I don’t remember?” I couldn’t help but wonder.

I didn’t bother asking him the driver if he knew he before now so I just decided to distract myself with something else because the driver didn’t seem like he was going to stop staring anytime soon.

After few minutes of awkward silence the driver finally broke the silence “you look so beautiful” the...