I was in love with the drunken guy who had dredged me up in a cheap cafe on that trip to Los Angeles. It sounded crazy, insane, but that’s how it was. And I didn’t give a shit about it. There was only one little problem... I didn't knew more about him than his first name and I didn't knew if he lived in Miami or Seattle... And I never saw him again after that horrible night that have given me nightmares ever since. Until that day, when I thought my life was over...