VIVIAN
I was beyond thrilled to find that the dessert shop I used to frequent with my colleagues ten years ago was still there standing taller than I remember. It was one of the many memories of mine that hadn't been erased from this place. The once small shop had been renovated into a much taller building. I smiled at the resulting architecture, glad that at least, not all my fond places had been destroyed. Some had grown bigger and wealthier over the years. We entered the restaurant and were greeted by a familiar cheerful voice at the far end of the room. I twirled in the direction of the woman whose face was ever familiar to me. She had sandy blonde hair and looked younger and more beautiful than I recalled her to be. She should have been in her early forties when I left Ryle ten years
