A trip to remember

miss, but...

r in me when he asked that question. My heart bro

o laugh it off. "Oh, come on, Dion, I know you

dn't recognize me. He doesn't know me. And my system cannot accept

'm sorry. I don't know what you

y name

denied it twice, I knew it is h

y name

i

a while, I thought he would end this play but then he apolog

telling you, I am not him. My name is Gin Montero, and I am just here f

repeated those words. He is not Dion.

athered myself to calm. I closed my eyes and sniffed. When I opened the

name came out

furrowed

d I shook my head. Even if their name is

"I'm sorry I've mistaken

it made my heart jump in so much joy. But then a

. It's fi

ted to know my name so I widen

all me Zhan

ia. Nice to

meet you

e stand in front of Miró Coffee, and we only came back to ou

fee and vibe for a while?" he offered a

s that too, but then again, I reminded myself he is not him. I let him order someth

it happen that he looked exactly like him was playing in my head but I p

f hot choco and Cappuccino filled my nostrils. Again, it remin

e?" he tried to sta

uccino. "Well, life is

he has this amused look plastered on his face. T

etimes a bitch." he said. "Life gives us things we never wi

p," I co

es. Well, Zhanaia, what

s Airlines, and I am on a vacation this

I s

of my coffee. "How about y

ck, relaxing his body. "I just started my shippin

that amazed look on my fa

ou are a CEO?" I aske

anted to remain lowkey and unbothered by all those business stu

lowkey despite being the heir of his father. But then, I shook him off of my th

we easily vibed with each other. An hour later, I know enough about him and him to me

to believe that they were not one, but in some ways, they have difference

friends and like we didn't met just this morning. I just found out that it was already n

I'll just ta

I'll wait fo

eters away from our table where the

?"I put the ph

ing home for lunch? Hea

ou two

s. We were supposed to be here at dinner but sh

ll go home, w

e are

ó Co

th

d his hand at me with a smile. I nodded and motioned h

a? You sti

heard my brother's voice again. "Zhairo, I'

om the other line before he gave an

here. I'll cook for lunch

cook?" his cheerful

artly wants,

ht! Go

my brother's craziness. Walking back to our table, I have this apologetic smile on

's a

asked with a smil

eady so he knew. "And he was with his girlfriend at

I get it. You and his girlfriend are close

odd

we'll end this one here

eyes widen. "The

t to. I can give

, s

ng up at the same time. He walked me to the

me and told me to take care. I thanked him for the moment an

g. And on the way home, the smile never left my lips as

i

fferences. But then, why do you look exactly like him and why do you resemble hi