"You don’t remember, do you”?
He asked, when he was finally able to pull it together. An odd
mixture of pity and mischief in his voice. I continued staring blankly, as he
pulled up a chair, and sat next to me.
“Chantelle, I’m going to show you a photo, maybe that will help
your memory”, he said, as he handed me his phone. I dropped it in shock. Not
quite sure what was worse; the fact that he just called me Chantelle (this is
not my name), or that the bikini- clad girl in the photo was actually me! Looking
zoned out, with a foolish smile on my face.
