His gaze suddenly swept across the room, that scent didn't seem to be coming from in here exactly.
Eventually his gaze drew towards the glass doors that separated the private room and the main restaurant, through a gap in the leaves of a plant kept outside the private room, he spotted a figure. Specifically a woman sat at a corner table. She had golden blonde hair falling down her back gracefully, and the sight of this woman's hair awakened the memory of his fingers running through beautiful golden blonde strands on that night.
If he didn't know any better, he would think this woman looked just like her just from her back view.
The woman at the corner table was seated with a tall and straight posture, graceful and soft.
Her lean frame exactly the same as the woman from that night...the one who still haunted his dreams even though five years have now passed.
Slowly, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing a glimpse of her face to him.
