"Brent?" I called out, trying to figure out. I'm sure this man is Brent. Although we only met once, I often saw him on social media.
The man in front of me smiled at me.
I sat back down, but in a different spot and with a different person. Brent had invited me to a cafe not far from the restaurant—the place where I met Mr. Darwin.
"How are you?" Brent asked, initiating this awkward conversation.
"Good," I replied briefly. He just smiled.
"Nice to meet you again," he said. I raised an eyebrow. I forced a smile.
"We only met once, and that was at your wedding," I pointed out. I don't know Brent well, we only met once, and there was no meaningful communication. Just greeted him and offered congratulations at their wedding reception. "Take care of my best friend, don't hurt her." That wa
