Amnesia
I pulled out my phone and handed it to him after unlocking it, “put your number in and I’ll text you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he drawled in his accented voice as he typed away and then handed my phone back to me. I looked down and saw that he labeled himself as “greatest love,” making me roll my eyes.
I put my phone away and went back to walking with him falling back in step with me.
“How old are you?” Luca asked me.
“I’m nineteen, you?” I asked.
“Seventy three,” he answered simply.
I came to a halt, “why do you look so young?”
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