Aleister's heart skipped a beat when he saw her. How long had it been? 15 years. It had to have been that long. They were around 20 when they had a brief but steamy romance back home in Holland.

He was dead sure it was her although she looked a little different. Her hair was still dark blonde but she had gotten a perm. The curls suited her round face though. They made her cornflower blue eyes pop more. Her lips were painted in a blush pink but the rest of her face was natural. Just the way he used to like it and apparently still did.

"Mariska," he whispered.
"What did you say?" Zelina asked.
"Nothing, lovely," he smiled. "What do we need?"
"Some oat milk," she said.

He watched as his wife went to get some oat milk. He followed at a slow pace while keeping his eyes on Mariska. It had to be her. She looked too much like Mariska to not be her. What she was doing in USA of all places, he had no idea. She never had any dreams of moving out of Holland. She could be there on vacation though.

That thought made his heart drop. What if she was married and on vacation with her husband? A part of him hoped that was the case. That she was happily married and living a life full of love. Another part of him jumped 15 years back in time and wanted to be there again. Just lying in bed with her on top of him, watching her fall apart while he kept a firm grip on her hips. Those were the long, lost days he sometimes longed for to come back.

"Are you coming?" Zelina yelled.
"Yes!" He yelled back.

Mariska didn't respond to hearing his voice. Maybe it wasn't her after all, or maybe she didn't recognize it after all these years. After all, he had only yelled one word. He moved past her, and she dropped her purse on the floor at the same time. He picked it up and handed it to her.

"Thank you," she said.

It was her. 100% it was Mariska. He could tell being this close to her. He could also tell that she didn't recognize him at all, and that stung. She still gave him one of those smiles he had stored away in his brain for all these years. Those blush pink painted lips looked so inviting, and his mind went back to the days they were wrapped around his dick. He felt like a creep although he didn't show what was on his mind. He simply smiled back at her.

"You're welcome," he said.
"I'm sorry to intrude but I'm on vacation here and I can't seem to find chocolate anywhere," she said.
"Chocolate?" He questioned.

She didn't like chocolate. He remembered that. He used to tease her about how happy he was not having to share his beloved Mars bars with her. That was back before he became a vegan. He didn't eat those anymore.

"Yeah, my husband is such a chocolate pig," she giggled.

Of course there was a husband. A woman like her didn't get to stay single, and she sure as hell didn't deserve being lonely either. She deserved to love and be loved back.

"It's right over there," he pointed. "See the big sign saying candy?"
"I'm so blind," she laughed. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he said.

She started moving towards the aisle but stopped and looked back at him.

"Anything else I can help you with?" He asked.
"You just seem familiar," she shrugged. "I don't know where my head is. It just feels like a know you from somewhere but that's not possible. I've never been to USA before. Thank you again. You were very helpful."

She turned and walked towards the candy aisle. He could have chosen to speak up and tell her that she did in fact know him, but he chose not to. They shared a past, and although it was a good past, there was no need to go digging around in it 15 years later. They were both happy now. He walked over to Zelina and kissed her cheek.

"I love you," he said.
"I love you too," she said. "I found the oat milk. We need some flour too. I was thinking about baking this weekend."
"That sounds great," he smiled.