Lost In Spain

Chapter 23: Butterflies From Miles Away

This could not be. The face I am seeing right now could not be his.

Tristan Vance.

This guy disappeared, literally, from the college and I bump into him out of nowhere. I still remember how I used to miss his debates during political science, the two of us were practically the only people always bickering over concepts. I remember how I asked everyone if they know where he was till after a month of him being gone. I tried to contact him so many times but I would never reach him.

And here he is, wearing a black Armani. His face still holds the same charm, only his jawline more sheer.

"Alex Barnes, is that you?", he says bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Why do I tell you? So that you could befriend and disappear again?", I look away from his direction.

"Hey..", he holds my shoulder and turns me to look towards him. "I had my reasons. Let me explain."

"I don't-", I stop halfway through. I didn't give Trey a chance to explain his reasons, I wouldn't repeat it. "Fine.", I sigh. "Tell me."

"Did you have dinner yet?", he questions.

I raise an eyebrow before responding, "What do you think considering the fact that I was exiting?"

"You have had dinner.", he states. "Fine, let me tell you about it over ice cream. Cookies and Cream, your favourite?"

"Okay!", I nod. "Emilia?", I look at my best friend who for the first time in years didn't intervene a conversation.

"I'll be going home. I'm tired.", she responds.

"You'll be going to my home. You're staying the night, remember?", I remind her.

"Yeah. Is it okay if I take the car?", she asks with her puppy face.

"How'll I get home?", it's February. We both need car.

"I'll drop you if that's okay.", Tristan interrupts.

"See, lover boy will drop you. I'll see you two later. Good night.", Emilia says and rushes out.

Lover boy, Em? Seriously?

"She doesn't remember me?", Tristan asks as we sit in his car.

"I guess she doesn't. You were with us for barely a month.", I shrug.

He raises his hands in surrender, "Guilty."

"You should be.", I mutter.

"I heard that.", he says and starts driving.

"You were supposed to.", I stick out my tongue at him.

After driving for about fifteen minutes, we pull out side an ice cream parlour called Frozen Cupid. Like seriously, pal? That's the best name you could come up with.

As sickening as the name was, the interior of the place was beautiful. The chairs and tables were designed in such a way that they looked like they were made of ice. There were quite a few people in here too.

Two minutes after we take a table, a woman in her early forties comes to our table and speaks, "I'm Rose.", she smiles. "Are you ready to order yet?"

"Cookies and cream?", Tristan confirms from me and I nod. "Cookies and cream for the lady and black current for me.", he smiles at Rose.

"That shall be served soon. Call me if you need anything else.", she smiles at both of us before walking away.

"So now, tell me. Why did you disappear from college?", I question.