“Hey buddy,” Filipe walks into the room prepared to pretend that they are friends.
“You have to excuse me; I have memory loss, so you need to tell me how we know each other,” Tristan says.
“We go to the same school,” Filipe lies.
“Oh, ok. I thought I will only see my school friends later in the week,” Tristan says.
“I must have gotten the wrong date,” Filipe says quickly trying to leave.
“Wait, don’t go,” Tristan stops him in his tracks.
Filipe turns around, “need anything?”
“Company,” Tristan says.
Filipe sits down on a chair, “so will you get your memory back?”
“Maybe, not sure,” Tristan says, happy that the guy that says he is a friend from school is willing to keep him company.
Filipe is not sure what to say so he just sits in silence, playing with his fingers.
“Can you tel
