Anya’s eyes blinked repeatedly as she stared at me absolutely baffled. Frankly, if I was her, I would probably also be feeling the same way or thinking the same thing. It was just too impossible. Until, it wasn’t.
“What kind of fictional romance novel is this?” She blurted out and I couldn’t help but laugh at her response. She really was a bookworm.
“Are you saying… My dad met you when you were sixteen years old?!” Anya stood up from the bed and began pacing back and forth the room.
Before I could say anything else, she went walking back to me and took both of the pictures and stared at them side by side once again. “Oh my gosh, how could I not have seen this?” She said in disbelief as she put down the pictures and looked at me.
“To be fair, I think I am way more handsome now.” I sa
