Whatever her problem is, I'll leave it to her. I'm not about to waste a whole day trying to figure her out, I have a lot figuring out to do with myself. Especially when I think I had a glimpse of one memory from this year while we were on the seashore, I don't know. Was that even a memory or was it just a part of my imagination? Honestly, I can't tell.
"Fuentebella? What a nice surprise," a lady wearing a long beach dress says, approaching me in the lobby.
"I'm sorry. Do I know you?" I ask, sounding rather rude.
"Amazing, James. What kind of a stupid game are you playing this time?"
Wow. The nerve of this girl to talk to me that way. "Okay, I don't mean to sound stupid or anything. But I just had... Uhm... an accident, and I practically lost like a span of time in my head. If I met you
