I can’t remember how many times I sighed as I stood in the parking lot, before a hand tapped my shoulder, I looked back and behind me stood Albert Saldivar, he was smiling at me. I smiled back at him, feeling a bit awkward, because the last time I met him, I was a mess, and I was in a hospital bed. He was wearing a very casual outfit today, a pair of cargo shorts, sandals and a shirt, for a man in his early thirties he looked like he was in his twenties, his hair was brushed up and a crossbody bag hung around his torso. “Hi”, he said to me smiling, he was charming, many of my colleagues says so and I can't disagree, and women had been ogling at him for a long time now.
“Hi”, I said back at him, “funny seeing you here Mr. Saldivar”, I tried to smile at him despite being bothered.
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