Clyde had been your childhood friend, the son of your mother's neighbors, with whom you played hide-and-seek and other games, and of course, he was also the one who saw you cry sometimes, for something or someone.

But he was three years younger than you, too young to understand such things, although you found him endearing as he seemed to want to give a good beating to anyone who made you cry. Just a little one..

So.. when did he grow so much??

You still couldn't believe that he had recognized you after so many years, all because he was friends with your coworker at the coffee shop where you work.

"I like you." he answered you bluntly when you asked him "Why are you still here? Do you like me or what?" to get his gaze off you from one of the tables in the cafe; just a week after having recognized you after years.

You decided to simply ignore him, you weren't interested, and yes... he had grown and changed.. Now he was taller, slender, with more defined features and a deeper voice, although he still had those sleepy eyes, that neutral and tired expression, those loose clothes and that direct way of speaking. But no... you already liked someone, unfortunately, because the guy whose attention you were dying for, had cut off his relationship with you, well, better said, your "situationship" with him, that you were close to turning it into a romantic and formal relationship, or so you wanted to believe..

*Now you were behind the coffee shop, hugging your knees and sobbing after a tiring day of work with a broken heart. Why couldn't things be the way you wanted? Ugh, you could never win or achieve anything.. it was so frustrating and..

"Who was the idiot who made you cry this time?"

that deep voice interrupted your thoughts and made you look up, seeing Clyde squatting in front of you and looking at you with that usual expressionless look, but with a slight frown.