For a moment, we sit in stillness, the silence heavy between us.
It's a strange sensation - seeing him right next to me in the reflection, but knowing he's not really there. I look away from the pond for a moment, looking all around me.
I'm alone.
But when I look back at the pond's reflective surface again, there he is, staring impassively up at me. His face is cool and expressionless, betraying no emotion.
I forgot how ridiculously handsome he is, and I can feel redness blossoming on my cheeks, turning me as bright red as a tomato.
He's dressed casually again, in ripped black skinny jeans, and a black leather jacket over a dark grey shirt.
He looks Korean, I think - he literally could be a K-Pop idol, with his perfect features, light olive skin and straight dark brownish-black hair
