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Three years later...

The phone rang three times. By the time I was going to hang up, I heard a voice on the other side.

"Hello?" I could hear the sleepiness in that one word alone. It's four in the morning. Who does things like this? Apparently, me.

"It's Rebel." Suddenly I was left in silence. I thought the line went dead, but the time was still going.

"It's been a while."

"I know." I took a deep breath. What am I doing? "How are you?"

"I'm doing okay for this time of night. How are you?" It is late. Well, early if you're that kind of person.

"I'm doing okay for this time of night." The line was silent again. I could hear light breathing.

"So, why are you calling me now and at this time?" I don't really know.

"I'm sorry." I heard a sigh on the other end. Maybe this is a bad idea.

"Don't be. I'm just surprised. That's all." Silence again. "What's on your mind?"

"Are you busy tomorrow night?" Why am I so nervous?

"No. I'm not busy." Silence again.

"Will you have dinner with me? I really would like to talk to you." Why do I fear rejection suddenly? This isn't me.

"Uh? Yeah. Sure. Where?"

"My favorite restaurant. I'll text you the address. Is seven okay?"

"Yeah. It's fine."

"Okay. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

***

I couldn't sleep at all last night. I've been back in this city for less that forty-eight hours and I'm already losing sleep.

I was already waiting at the corner where the restaurant is located. I waited outside for only a moment. I needed to relax. I'm nervous. I hate being nervous. I closed my eyes and breathed in. I slowly exhaled. My heart is racing.

 My heart is racing

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"Rebel." My eyes flew open. Wow. Time has flown.

"Harry." He smiled. He has the same dimpled smile. He looks good too. His hair is a bit passed his shoulders. His clothing changed or maybe he's just dressed for the occasion. He's looking like a young Mick Jagger. Last time I saw him, he dressed like a hipster. He's wearing black from head to toe. He's definitely a sight for soar eyes.

"Are you ready to go inside?" I nodded. I was checking him out and he knew it too. I just keep thinking about time. Why did it take me so long? I knew why. I just don't understand why.

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