After that one night, she never heard of him again. Pandemic happens. Quarantine. Locked down. Three years later and no sign of him not even a call, text or an email. She's confident that their paths will never cross again but destiny is a one crazy bitch. They met. Again. But this time, he is pursuing her best friend and he can't remember her. What will she gonna do when every damn time their skin touched each other, the fire of the past is still there. The tension. The ache to touch him and his secret glances to her. Or is it just her imagination? Will she face her feelings and tell it to her friend even if he did not remember what happened on the night of December?