"Maybe she's already forgotten about you. After all, we encounter countless passersby every day, but few make a lasting impression in our memories."
Recalling the passersby in his mind, Lorenzo remembers none of them. They all appear gray, merging with the background.
It's true, you see many people every day, but very few truly connect with you.
Humans seem lively, but deep down, everyone is lonely.
Listening to Lorenzo, Red Falcon's expression grew increasingly sorrowful.
"Pour me a drink, please."
Red Falcon spoke to Eve. Seeing him like this, as if a dying patient, Eve said nothing and filled a glass for him.
"Would you join me in commemorating my fleeting love?"
"You're just indulging in fantasies and the shattering of those fantasies."
Eve said sarcastically.
"Do you think this was love at first sight?"
Red Falcon asked Lorenzo again, only to see Lorenzo had already walked to the table and grabbed the plump dead fish.
