CH.TWENTY NINE-IN LOVE WITH HIM

CECILIA'S POV

It was him—the last person I expected to see here, of all places. The world around me seemed to blur, and for a moment, I forgot all about the celebration that had brought me to the bar. The laughter and noise around me faded into the background as our eyes met. His expression shifted too, from something hardened and distant to a mix of surprise and uncertainty, maybe even something deeper.

I sat there, rooted in place, trying to make sense of my feelings. What is he thinking? What would he say? And more importantly, what am I going to do?

It felt awkward knowing that I would meet him in this kind of place.

He went to the bartender to grab a drink and seemed to glance at me once in a while.

I excused myself from my group of friends to leave the bar, perhaps expecting him to follow me.

As soon as I stepped outside, he was right behind me.

“Cecilia,” he muttered, almost in a whisper, but loud enough for me to hear. Just the mere sound of my name from his lips brought back o