Living Dreams

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Changing into the dress his father sent him, Burak came out of the public washroom. He felt relieved to get rid of the hoodie after more than 48hrs.

"Excuse me?" He asked a passer by. "Can I know where's the coffee-line cafe?"
The man looked at him for a while before speaking.

"Go straight and take a left turn soon after that ice-cream parlour."

"Thank you so much." He thanked and went as per instructed.

He was happy to be unnoticed. He was already in love with the life without bodyguards and his father's men. It was a very new experience for him.

Sitting in a corner table after placing his order, he waited for the girl who stole his sleep.

She entered the cafe and looked around searching for someone.

Probably me...
A smile touched his lips but vanished when her eyes went past him. As if not finding the person, she sighed and made her way to him.

"There's no any vacant tables. Can I sit here?" She asked.

Didn't she come to meet me? Drama queen!

"Don't be formal." He said smiling. She gave him a 'insane-man' look. "Sit!"

She ordered a coffee ignoring him. He was confused by her sudden behaviour.

Does she has amnesia?
She looked at him in every five minutes. Both waited till the other come up with a topic.

"Thank you." She stood when she was done.

"Where are you going?" He asked putting his ego aside. "You didn't even talk."

"Pardon?" She was more confused. "You do look familiar but I don't remember you."

She's an amnesia patient!

"I'm the one whooooo..." He then remembered his wig.

Shit! How can I forget?

"I was saying, you didn't even introduce yourself."

"I don't talk to strangers. You can call me something like, mystery girl." She forced a smile.

"That's a great name."

"Did you see a boy in hoodie around? Like a guy from Hollywood movie?" She asked and he mentally smiled.

"Mystery girl's mystery boy?" He asked cocking an eyebrow. She glared at him before walking away.

Rest of his third day, he went around talking to strangers and making temporary friends.

He asked his father to send him a hoodie again. Though he spoke with many, he missed the girl who spoke to him first.

Her thoughts were hunting him...

He went to the cafe on the fourth day too. She was with her friends, enjoying coffee. He tried to get her attention but she was busy talking. Something happened inside him at the sight of her.

Finally giving up, he sat on a corner table.

"BURAK!" He turned to her wide eyed. Everyone at the cafe were looking at her. The name sounded too familiar for everybody. Before they could turn to him, he came running out of the cafe.

"Hey Burak! Burak stop! Mystery maaan!"

"Why?" He stopped.

"Why'd you runaway like that?" She asked keeping both her hands on either side of her hip.