Tamzin
Something in his expression changed, and he searched my face with his eyes. I started to blush, and looked down at my feet. 'Do I… Do you remember me?' He whispered, his eyes pleading with me.
'I…' I had no idea what to say. I felt like I knew Declan already, from the moment I met him, but I had no idea from where, or how, or why I didn't remember him now. 'I don't know…' I wished I could remember him – he looked crushed when I couldn't say yes.
'Forget it.' He muttered, and strode off.
Rule Three Of London: Never Cause A Scene. People Will Stare.
I ran after him, wracking my brain for his face, to no avail. 'Declan, wait!' I cried. He turned to face me, his expression cold. 'Please… I know you, I do! But I just don't know how!' Tears started to fall from my eyes, and his eyes softened. He took half a step toward me, but then seemed to shake himself, and his face resumed it's earlier coldness.
'Come on, they'll be wondering where we are.'
Amy
I didn't know whether to be worried or not. I hadn't seen Declan or Tamzin for the last 45 minutes, and it had only taken Tamzin 15 on her own to get drinks. Declan turned a corner, heading toward us, and my heart stopped. Where was Tamzin? She followed a few steps behind though, to my relief. But as she approached, I saw there were tears in her eyes, and I saw the hardened expression on Declan's face. What had gone on in that coffee shop?
