I was waiting for him to come. Why was he taking so long? Then he walked through the door, golden, shaggy locks that reminded me of someone I used to know that covered part of his eyes. His eyes were ocean blue and reminded me of the sky at midday. After his nerves had gone away he sat down next to me, then I noticed his aftershave. I had smelt it before, but I couldn’t remember where. He talked in this New York accent and I specifically remember someone speaking to me like that, but where? While he was discussing about his job I felt bad for recalling my memories to see if I had seen him before. Then, it occurred to me that he was my middle school bully that would constantly call me weird every day, I remembered about how he made me feel. Would he be different now or the exact same? I paid for my drink then walked out. I couldn’t risk my heart being broken.