"Do you come here often?" he asked me, the glowing lights radiating onto me as I gazed into his hazel eyes. I stood still for a moment - just a moment. I wasn't sure who had sent me, why they had sent me. All I knew was that this hazel-eyed, dark-haired guy seemed more familiar to me than my own parents. But why was that? Maybe it had something to do with the past I had adapted to. Maybe it was the gnawing voice in my head that always told me what to do; regardless of right or wrong. Maybe it was the fact that he had offered to pay for my hot chocolate, even though he was a complete stranger, up till now? In the past, I had always been the frantic customer who got their coffee and then left. Lately, I had started noticing glimpses of a "future" with him. I get memories, and they are vague, but give me strong feelings. There was something special about him, I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was something going on. And I intended to find out.
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