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"I'll be right back." **

It's sweet and sour, a very refreshing and appetizing combination. … The clients ate happily. Kenneth and Emily exchanged a glance and smiled at each other, convinced that this business deal was already in the bag. The other colleagues also felt success was imminent and began raising their glasses to toast the two of them. The atmosphere was lively and harmonious. Just then, one of the clients' wives, Aini Baccus, asked, "Why hasn't Ms. Hardings arrived yet?" Kenneth's smile froze for a moment before he forced one back onto his face.

Set it back down exactly where it had been. For whoever needed to see it next.

We need to go back, that’s for certain. --To be continued…

"I'll be back." TBC

Not to mention that guitar was a real babe to play. She knew all the lyrics, following him with the right amount of enthusiasm. And she was into old rock classics from the 80’s and the 90’s, like him, so he brought them into that improvised playlist too. He relaxed. It was like back in the old days, one of those summer nights on the beach by the fire. It was about midnight. Many hours ahead till morning and the storm didn’t seem about to going anywhere, just like them.

I never expected to see Sean again, and certainly not at my personal fashion exhibition. He had lost a lot of weight, and his presence was worn down. When our eyes met, there was a strange look on his face, something between a laugh and a sob. It was almost absurd. By then, though, my heart had fully healed. I could once again stand beneath the spotlight and speak to the audience, with poise and confidence that had always been mine. I had already climbed out of the lowest point of my life. So, I named this exhibition “Rebirth”, a celebration not just of my work, but of my own revival.