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When I arrived I was really nervous. I wondered who I will meet. I entered the restaurant ten minutes before 1 pm. Inside I looked around and saw some people talking sitting on their tables. I swollowed and tried to calm down. Slowly choosing a table I sat down and looked out for the police officers. They told me they were one of the people next table with a red shirt, a waiter and a person at the bar in the back who could watch me.

My heart was beating fast. I ordered a glas of water since I was still waiting for the mysterious person. It was nearly 1 pm. I took a deep breath and the glas the waiter brought for me. Sipping at my water I watched the door and the people around me. Then I checked my phone. No messages. I had to be patient.

A young man entered at 5 minutes past 1 pm. He had brown hair, green blue eyes and... Wait. I knew these eyes. I stared into them so long and felt that warm and fussy feeling. He was my boyfriend when I was 17. He weared a blue T-shirt, a black jeans and a black jacket. He looked a little older then the last time I saw him but I still recognised him easily. Our relationship lasted a few months. He was the same handsome and really nice guy I fell in love with years ago. My aunt didn't wanted us to be together but I couldn't stop thinking about him. It broke my heart. I cried for weeks when I lost him and thought I would never get over him.

I stared at him for the last three minutes while he entered the restaurant, looked around, sah me, got closer and sat by my table. He smiled at me. "Hi Kira", Jason said. I was just too shocked to say anything. He sighed. "I'm happy to see you", he continued. I still couldn't say anything and shock my head in disbelieve. How did he recognised me? How did he find me?

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