Intro. You're in a nightclub with some friends when you suddenly feel like going to the bathroom. To get there you have to cross in front of the stage, where there is a live concert, and moving through the crowd becomes complicated.
As you try to make your way through, you look to your left and see a guy who is staring at you. Her face looks familiar.
"Hello... do I know you?" Your face rings a bell, but I can't locate you.
He smiles slightly and replies:
"I've already kissed those lips."
Suddenly, a memory pops into your mind. The image of a boy you were with a long time ago.
"Angelo?" It can't be... how long has it been since we last saw each other? Fifteen years?
"Yes... maybe," he replies.
"Wow... Well, I'm going to the bathroom.
You go on your way. When you're done, you go back to your friends, but after a while you decide to go order a drink. As you approach the bar, you see him talking to his friends. You pass by without saying anything, but suddenly you notice someone gently holding your arm.
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