Christian had been in my life for a whole nine years. I had seen him in many different forms: shy, angry, doting and sad.
However, I had never seen such unfamiliar gaze before.
Suddenly, a girl's crisp voice came from inside.
"Killian, hurry up and give the skewers for table 10 to the customer!"
"Coming!"
Christian put it away skillfully and quickly, turned around and walked inside, ignoring me as a stranger again.
"Yasmin."
Margareth saw me standing there stiffly, so she came over and pulled me in to sit first.
When she saw me crying so hard, she did not say anything and just handed me the tissue silently.
"Are you sure it's him?"
A hint of heartache flashed in Margareth's eyes.
I shook my head, speechless.
I also wish it was not him. For a moment, I would rather have him really die and only stay in my memories.
I did not want him to fall in love with another girl either.
However, all the clues were telling me that he was Christian Sanders. He was Christian who I lost for three years.
The restaurant was doing good business, with the seats full of customers. The barbecue we ordered was delivered more than ten minutes late.