"You look familiar. Have we met before?" he asked.
My heart raced inside my chest. I wasn't religious but I suddenly started praying as he continued to gawk at me. Please don't make him recognize me.
"I don't think so," I answered with a lopsided smile. I was about to walk past him but he immediately stopped me.
"Are you sure? Your face is so familiar, I just can't pinpoint where we'd met." he insisted. I wanted to smack him on the head right then and there.
I don't know whether it's the make-up or the hair makeover that I had. Or it could be the fake tan that I am wearing right now. Or the dim lights in this part... Whichever it is, I'm just thankful that he couldn't recognize me.
In my case, there's no way that I can forget him.
He's one of the regular clients of the agency where I
