"Yes."
I held my breath and felt happy for Nathan. But when I saw his cold face, my joy instantly gave way to dejection.
"Do you want to go home with me?"
"No, I have something to do."
I held back the tears in my eyes. "Okay then, you go ahead."
I turned around to leave.
After a pause, under everyone's unfriendly gaze, I turned to look at Nathan. "May I ask what your full name is?"
Nathan lit a cigarette, blew a smoke ring, and looked at me with steely eyes. "Nathan Garcia."
"Okay." I raised an eyebrow and turned away.
I didn't catch my breath until I was out of there.
I clutched my bag until my knuckles hurt.
It was a good thing that Nathan's memory came back.
It was a good thing indeed.
His memory came back, and he had many things to sort out. I should give him time.
I should give him time.
I went home.
I sat on the sofa in the living room for a while.
Suddenly, I remembered something.
I got up and turned on the computer to make a travel plan.
Nathan would finish his business in a few days and we would travel together.
I wrote and drew on a notebook.
I wanted to go to Boston to see the grasslands, mountains, and herds of cattle and sheep.
I wanted to visit the waterfalls in California and go to Grace Church in Delaware to get a lucky charm for Nathan.
I would find out all the information about every place and then make a travel plan.
Late at night, my heavy eyelids drooped, but my mind was clear.
The next day, the owner of the bridal shop called me.
I then remembered that I made an appointment to take wedding photos today.
