I arrived home from school at 7 p.m. I sat on the motorcycle with my sister, waiting for my maid to open the gates.
I saw a boy with a bicycle was walking out from the tuition place —Yes, my house is right beside a tuition place—and he was waiting for us to move out of the way. I thought I recognized his face and I shouted his name.
"(not a censored name) Dylan, hi! You just got finished your course lesson?" I asked him, still sitting on the motorcycle.
He doesn't answer me, instead he looked at me weirdly. I thought that he may have not heard me.
I shouted again, "Hi, Dylan!" I waved my hand at him.
He still didn't answer me. I continued to stare at him as he stared back.
Awkward silence fills around us.
Why isn't he answering?
Finally my maid opened the gate for us to go in, my driver drove the motorcycle inside. I saw his features closely as we went in.
After we got in, my sister whispered to me, "Hey, I don't think that's Dylan."
"What made you think so? He definitely has Dylan's features." I frowned.
I kept thinking about the face I saw, he looked like Dylan. Then I knew the reason why he didn't answer me back.
Oh. Fuck. Wrong Person.