You don't mind being alone. You don't mind the silence. You enjoy sitting by myself, watching the city lights reflecting on the river. Dancing on the tiny waves when the wind blows and blur into each other as the water calmly crashes into the shore. The artist humming softly in your ear, singing about his broken heart while the piano fades out. You pull your hood over your head, and burry your hands deeper into your pockets. It's getting colder but you don't want to leave. You like the cold, the breeze and soft lighting. The next song starts playing. Chills run down your spine but you shake them away. You perceive something moving next you and turn around. You take the headphones off because you see his mouth moving but you don't hear him.

》Sorry, is this seat taken?《 he repeats. 》No, no sorry, you can sit《 you stumble over your own words as you pull your bag closer to you. 》Thank you,《 he smiles at you. You suspiciously look at him, like your subconscious knows who he is but your brain didn't figure it out yet. 》Are you okay?《 His brown eyes meet yours as you literally can feel your brain connecting the dots. And finally it does. You open your mouth but immediately close it by pressing your lips together just to be sure nothing stupid comes out. You nod. 》Mhmm, yeah, yes. Sorry.《 You want to put your headphones back on and just ignore the fact that the artist who sang in your ears 2 minutes ago, sits now next to you. 》You know me don't you?《 He asks before you can put the headphones back on. You turn around, he is looking at river. Hands in his pockets, just like you were sitting before. His profile looks so soft in this warm lighting.

》Just because I know your name, it doesn't mean that I know you.《

He chuckles.

》Well that's an answer I surely didn't expect.《