KENNY MAI
At lunchtime, I decided to step out to the coffee shop across the street for a muffin and coffee.
Upon entering, I spotted a group of guys, but my attention was immediately drawn to one in particular—light brown hair, striking blue eyes, and a muscular build.
He locked eyes with me, and I felt a twinge of familiarity. Did we cross paths before?
His smile made me raise an eyebrow in curiosity. Did he recognize me too?
As I approached the counter to place my order, I heard a deep, husky voice behind me.
"We meet again."
I turned to look at who was speaking; it was the same guy who had locked eyes with me when I entered the coffee shop.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" I asked the yummy stranger.
"Of course you do, at the club." he replied, leaving me puzzled. Yes, I had
