Karen sighed regretfully, puffing on her dying cigarette. Kai, her knight in shining armour, was gone.
He'd run off with Popuri…naturally; an old flame, once thought gone, too immature, now back with a heart-crushing vengeance. How ironic, she thought, darkly amused by it, I leave the brother and the sister takes Kai away from me. She regretted leaving the cool, calm Rick for the wild, impulsive boy from the sea.
Closing time now, but a bespectacled boy walks in, sees Karen, goes over and they begin to talk of old times.
You don't look for your knight. He finds you.