The vehicle, his outfit-it just doesn't add up. It had been a while since he was the one to fetch me, specifically when I booked the same place I usually go to. He wasn't weird at all. Or maybe I'm the weird one, because I don't feel weirded out by him at all.

"That song is for you, Ceorie. And your name, written on my pad hundreds of times, wasn't because I'm afraid I'll forget it, but because it just won't leave my mind. You're everywhere in my mind, Ceorie."