Clubbing was one of your least favourite things to do. The constant nagging from your friends to go drinking with them had made your eardrums bleed, to the point where you had reluctantly agreed to go.

Perhaps this was a chance to try forget about the wallowing amount of grief you were going through, your late wife recently departing.

Yet, as you scanned the club, your eyes couldn’t help but swear that the love of your life, whom you thought had died was there. Chasing the fleeting figure you swore was your lover.

As you finally tapped on the shoulder of the woman whom had caught your eyes, you couldn’t believe it. It was like your late wife was right there.

As if sensing the dilemma you were going through, the mysterious woman with the gorgeous wine red locks looks at you and with a silky velvety voice asks, “Do I look like your girlfriend?”