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Hugo’s blue-green eyes were still staring at me, they look intense but at the same time calm. I think he is trying to figure out where he could have seen me or maybe he knows already about me. Did he already figure out who I am? No, it was seven years ago. There’s no way that he would remember me, that was seven years ago.

Relax Miranda.

Relax.

Don't freak out.

I'm sure he doesn't remember you.

It has been seven years after what happened to the two of you. I'm sure he won't remember any of that night because I think both of us got insanely drunk.

I smiled away my nervousness. "Good evening sir."

Sir? I could barf at myself right now for how I address him that after having sex with him. Jesus Christ, my armpits are sweating.

I guess we can actually call it as our first proper conversation because I can’t consider something that happened years ago as counted since I was intoxicated. Also, nothing comes to mind when it comes to that sinful night.

I still don’t know how I acted.

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