Aveline was startled and turned to look, but she only saw the shadow of the speeding motorcycle gradually disappearing from view.

"Thank you," she said, turning back to the person who had grabbed her.

When she saw his face she was slightly taken aback.

"You're welcome," the young man replied.

He was tall and lean, wearing a mask that revealed only his eyes. His bangs naturally fell over his forehead, partially obscuring his stern expression.

Aveline was momentarily dazed. This man looked like Lucas!

The man turned to leave.

"Wait!" Aveline quickly blocked his path, hesitantly asking, "Have we met somewhere before?"

The man, still wearing the mask, spoke in a muffled voice that revealed no emotion. He shook his head. "No, I don't know you."

as a waiter at the Tudor

in her mind - the waiter who'd rushed out just in time to stop Barbara

blur with the man standing before her. She'd been too shaken that day to get a good look at the waiter's face,

man before her

shook

disappointment crossed Aveline's eyes. She smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I mistook

man said nothing

still feeling a sense of familiarity. But since he denied it, she couldn't continue to

out her phone to call a ride. She hadn't expected someone

arrived, Aveline got in, her mind

her to put

What if their guess was wrong from

and didn't want to have too

act with him,

what she wanted

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