"Brother, you're forward." The woman behind me realized me. Now I just noticed that I'm just going to order.

"Ah, sorry." I told the woman and stepped closer. They are a group of students.

I was saddened to hear their whispers. I'm used to it. I have known for a long time.

I still waited a few minutes before ordering. It took me a while since the crew asked a lot. We just had a long conversation.

I still can't forget. I saw him again after a decade. A lot of trouble in my mind today. Is he married? Can he have a family?

"Sir Harris, credit card, not ID."...