ILANA

Nina was still twirling the straw in her juice. Her eyes focused on the beverage, her thought had gone somewhere. The time did not eat her beauty. Her figure was perfect with a long dark skinny skirt and short sleeves yellow blouse. Her long wavy hair was secured with a brown bandana. Her bangs covered her smooth forehead.

Twenty minutes passed without a single word she uttered. It was my request to catch up with her here in this restaurant. The burden drained all her energy that she chose to muffle.

"How long has it been?" She did not react, not because she did not know where my question...