Hello stranger. ⇝ Phan

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I heard a car honk outside and rushed out. I opened the front door and there was Phil, waiting for me. He looked more handsome than ever, he had a light blue button-up shirt with short sleeves on, his hair was perfectly styled and his eyes, usually striking blue, contrasted with the sun and looked almost greenish, but shining as always.

My heart was beating erratically and I couldn't seem to breath normally. My palms sweated and I felt butterflies in my stomach, but not the good kind, the "I'm anxious as fuck" kind.

As soon as I walked out, he smiled and hugged me, which made me a bit calmer.

-Hey.-He said.-I could literally stay here all day and talk about how pretty you look, but we don't have the time.-He opened the passenger seat's door for me.

-Such a gentleman.-I said as I got in.

-I know, right?-He smiled and closed the door, then walking all the way around to get on the driver's seat.

He started driving Clari's car and gave me no explanations as to where he was taking me.

-So, are you gonna tell me where we're going or...?-I asked him.

-You'll see in a minute.-He said, never daring to take his eyes off the road.

-You are so annoying.

-Well that's not what you said last night.-He smirked.

-PHILIP.-I reprehended him and he laughed.

-Now, that's more like what you said last night.

-Fuck you.

-Well that's what we did last...-I interrupted him.

-THAT'S ENOUGH, ISN'T IT?-I was burning red and Phil was laughing at me.

-Be calm for once. I'm trying to surprise you, you could at least collaborate, we're almost there.

-Fine.- I said as I looked out the window.-Wait. I know where you're taking me! You're taking me to Hyde park!

-Indeed, I am.- He parked the car and smiled at me.- Don't you like the park?

-I love the park.

-Good. Then let's go.

We got off the car and started walking.

-I still don't get it. What do we have to talk about?

-You'll see.-He tied his hand to mine and I blushed. I did get concerned about whether it was sweaty or not, but he didn't seem to care. - Here, come with me.

He guided me to the wooden bench in front of the lake, the one where I'd sit every time when I was a teenager, the one same place where I'd met Phil.

-Okay, so do you recognize this place?-He asked me.

-Well, obviously.- I looked into his shining eyes.-That's where we met.

-Not only that...-He sat on one of the wood benches facing the lake and I joined him.-You see, Dan. You've said a few times how much you love this place. How you feel comfortable here, how it reminds you of the rare good times of your teenage years, is that correct?