Lemnos massaged her hands softly while looking at her. She was still confused at what he said. She is so sure that she had never met him before.
“Are you certain that we’ve met before? Even before the coffee shop?” She finds it hard to believe his words. If she had really met him before, she would have remembered him.
“Yes, we did.” Lemnos let go of Cytherea’s hands and leaned back, using his hands as support. “I can still remember the first time we met. It was around noon, and the people were busy minding their own business when I was beaten up in the corner of the street. It was a good thing that a concerned woman came to my rescue by calling the police. If not for you, I don’t know where I would be today.”
“Wait-- what?!” Cytherea unconsciously covered her mouth with her two hands wh
