London, five years ago.
Autumn was spreading copper hues over every corner of Central Park. Felix walked slowly beside Eliza, their hands not intertwined, but their shadows intertwined. At the time, Eliza was an intern at the law firm where her uncle worked. On the other hand, Felix was involved in an expansion program for one of the Brooks Group's subsidiaries, targeting the European market.
They often had dinner together. Discussed the philosophy of UX design. I laughed at absurd political ads on the subway. And sometimes shared a bed when the night was too quiet. But it never went beyond that.
They never dated. They never said, "I love you." But they never officially ended anything, either.
Until one night, Eliza said she had to go back to Jakarta. "Aunt Mary wants me to be more 'in
