Duncan walked away from the counter with two hot drinks in her hands. "Here." He placed the mug near where Courtney was sitting. "I wasn't sure if you drinks has change, so I went with the safe bet ... hot chocolate."

"Hot chocolate is fine ... although I am—"

"Lactose? That's why I asked them to change the milk to non-dairy."

"Oh." Courtney smiled faintly. "Thank you." She took a sip. It was very delicious.

It was very awkward. None of them spoke a word for a good half an hour. Say something, Duncan, he thought. This will probably be your only chance.

"Um—"

"—How do we know each other." Courtney finally wanted to say that.

"You really want to know?" Duncan ask. "You probably won't believe it."

"Try me," Courtney said. "I want to know."

"We use to date," Duncan admitted. "And, before you say anything, I know we don't look like the type to date each other."

Courtney wasn't impulsed by that. By, why? "Why can't I remember that?"

"I've been asking that myself," Duncan said. "Bridgette told me you were in a accident. I didn't know. I'm sorry for what happened."

"Thank you," Courtney said. "It's been ten years, and my memory is still—no words to describe that."

"Is it okay if I ask what happened?" That question been itching Duncan. "You don't have to tell me, if you're not comfortable."

"No. It's okay. Because I don't fully know what happened? I was told that I was in a car crash, and I awoke in the hospital; I didn't remember anything ... well, beside a few things here and there."

"I see ..." Duncan felt something was missing in this. "I understand."

"There's something you need to know ..." Courtney bit her lip. "I'm en—"

"—Engaged, I know." Duncan finish her sentence. "Brigette also told me that."

"Oh ... okay."

"Don't worry. I'm not going to intervene." Duncan looked at the time. "It's getting late. You better head home." He got up from the table and began to walk.

"Wait, Duncan?" Courtney jolted up from the table. "Can we talk another day ... I—I have more questions I need to ask?"

Duncan stopped and turner around and said, "of course." Then turned around and walked out off the cafe.


Courtney came home, and John was sitting on the couch. "You're later then usual?" He ask, placing his cup onto the coster.

"I was Bridgette." How could she tell John on this? "I should have called, but I forgot. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." John got up from the couch. "There is no need to explain to me, I trust you."

Courtney's heart hurt when he said that. Because she was basically lying to him. "I'm going to go change ..." She then went upstairs and closed the door. She pulled out her cellphone and dial a number.

"Courtney?"

"Bridgette, I can't talk for long."

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing? Beside the fact that you forgot to mention the guy who I bumped into was my ex-boyfriend of mine?" Courtney sounded a bit upset.

"You actually talked to Duncan? What did he do?"

"I was the one who porched him, Bridge."

"Then why are you calling me?"

There was a knock at the door. "Courtney? Are you okay?" John asked through the other side of the door.

"I want to know what's Duncan number ... I have more questions. Text it to me later... I have to go. Talk to you, Bridgette." Courtney then hang up and grabbed the nearest sweater and put it on, looking like she change. She then immediately opened the door. "I'm fine ... let's go."

Courtney walked to the kitchen and poured herself a drink.

"Who's Duncan?" John ask, leaning at the kitchen door.

Courtney almost spit out her drink ... "He's Bridgette's Boyfriend roommate. He—he asked, um, Bridgette if I could give him, um, legal advice." She knew John wouldn't buy that. "I have to go an review some papers, please excuse me." Courtney then walked out of the kitchen, passing John on her way.


Duncan went home, and Geoff was, of course, laying on the couch.

"You're late, man," Geoff said.

"I was with Courtney." Duncan threw his bag onto the dusted round table, and sat down onto the chair. "And, before you ask, nothing happened."

"Wasn't going to ask that, but whatever," Geoff said.

"There is more to this story, Geoff. And I have a feeling who is responsible for Courtney's accident," Duncan said. He got up and walked to his room.

There was a beep from his phone, he pulled out of his pants pocket and he almost drop from who was texting him.

Duncan, it's Courtney ... I asked Bridgette to give me your number. Can we meet tomorrow, at the same cafe we were in ... there is more questions to ask.