But as I noticed the back portion of those containers, a familiar image was captured in my eyes. I kinda felt its familiarity, but I couldn't remember where and when I had seen such a symbol.
The image featured two small trapezoids in black, resembling half-open doors. But then I remembered something. A vivid image of the past suddenly flashed into my head.
And it played in slow motion and stopped at Christoph's innocent face. My first and last love. No way. There's no way that old friend of mine was the one who sent me these food containers. I haven't heard any news about him for years.
It might be just a coincidence.
"What about the thing that I asked you?" I added as we went back to my table. "Did you get the answer to my question? What did the mayor say?"
"Boss, about the thing that you asked..." Mr. Allen hesitated to continue at first, but he ended up getting a cold glance from me.
I only asked him about a simple job, which was to ask the mayor about Charlie's freedom to walk in
