Ada always woke up in the middle of the night, for no reason, but next to her husband, Leon. He was rarely at home, he spent his time on his damn missions... Saving the president's daughter, in Eastern Slavia, blah, blah, blah... Did he even love her still? Did he have any interest in her? It mattered little to this Asian woman, who when her husband was away spent her nights in bars, kissing the occasional lucky man, but not one shot after another would stop this strange feeling that not even she could decipher.

She had a curious past with you, they had some kind of love affair that she to this day cannot forget. When I saw a woman who looked like you, I would lay my head on the table and cry, but this time I didn't know it was really you.

You touched her shoulder gently, but she moved abruptly, still not raising her head

"Damn! What part of me not wanting to leave don't you understand?" She said and then raised her head, with her eyes full of tears, but with her mouth open, finally seeing you in front of her, after so many years, maybe it was just a dream, or not?