Remember Me, Baby.
I must have gone crazy

The day is getting late, more and more visitors. Andrew didn't want to go home even though Clark had taken him away. He insisted on sitting near the VIP room which was about five meters in front of him, occasionally turning his head if the door was open.

Keiko went in there three hours ago, when a pretty handsome man took her hand in a friendly manner and tidied up her hair-raising child. Having seen his picture earlier this afternoon, Andrew knew that the man was Hiro.

“Does he love that man?”

A pitched voice full of complaints was heard from between the fingers that covered Andrew's face.

“What should I do if she loves him?”

Damnit. Am I jealous? What are they doing in there? Why so long? Irritatingly.

Andrew snorted loudly, then poured whiskey into his glass again. Oh, ja. He did change his drink when the girl called him a stranger.

“But we don't know each other yet. He's not guilty. What was it I was expecting? He's gonna jump right into my arms? Wish he'd dream of me too, have hundreds of paintings of me? It makes no sense,” murmured while twirling the glass, making ice cubes collide with each other so that a little content of the glass splashed out.

Clark looked at his best friend anxiously.

“Drew, you're drunk,” murmured slowly, “Come home.”

Andrew's eyes squinted, staring at Clark's face with a sharp look until the man misbehaved.

“I won't talk anymore,” Clark said slowly while turning his gaze away. Spotlight Andrew's eyes were too smoldering, he couldn't bear it.

Andrew ignored his best friend and glanced back at the VIP door. Coinciding with her movements, Keiko stepped out.

The two people stared at each other for a few seconds. A freezing silence poured out in the air, as if all things were stopped around them. They are both like two opposite poles of a magnet, having such great attraction. Dragging in giant wave coils that absorb their energy to provide resistance.

“Please, Miss.”

The voice of a man from behind her body made Keiko reflexively step away from the front door. His round eyes blinked slowly before finally taking his eyes off and continuing his steps, pretending not to look as he passed Andrew's seat.

Why is the man still here, he murmured inwardly.

Keiko thought the man had left since then, but he was sitting right in front of here. It made his mind filled with questions.

Did he do it intentionally? Why so stubborn. He could die if Hiro found out ….

The girl continued to walk accompanied by two men who picked her up at the museum earlier. Of course Andrew still remembered their faces well. Apparently they were indeed escorting Young Miss Sakamoto. His guess that maybe Kobayashi Hiro who told the men to escort the girl seems right.

But why didn't I see them? Did they enter before the girl?

“Suspicious.”

“Huh? What?” ask Clark while looking to the right and left.

“I said the room is suspicious,” replied Andrew while tapping his finger to the table, “Observations continue, I will be back soon.”

“Hey!”clark exclaimed when he saw Andrew rise and walk in the direction that Keiko had walked.

The man wanted to scream and call Andrew again, but he paused when he realized all eyes were on him. Finally he could only bend over at a glance to apologize and sit back down.

Meanwhile, Andrew managed to push the button before the elevator door closed. The object again opened up, giving the man a chance to enter and stand near Keiko.

Keiko herself almost choked when she saw the elevator door open again, then the figure she wanted to avoid appeared and stood just one step ahead of her. The girl suddenly got nervous. He was afraid that Hiro's two men would notice the man's behavior and beat him mercilessly. His heart rate increased, making him a little agitated.

Why am I worried about him while he himself wants to be beaten to death? Irritating!

Unknowingly Keiko took a deep breath and exhaled in annoyance. Hearing that made Andrew sneer cunningly. At least now he knows his presence makes the girl behind him respond, even though he does not know it is a positive or negative response. However, at least it was better than it was not considered at all.

Ting.

The elevator door clinks and opens. Andrew walked out unhurriedly, intentionally for Keiko to hasten her pace. He wants ….

Bruk!

“Ah!”

“Oops!”

The almost simultaneous sound of impact and screams echoed within the room. Keiko's body was unsteady as it hit Andrew who stopped suddenly in front of her. Due to the distance being too close, he had no time to stop his steps in time. His head smashed into the chest of the hard field, making his nose smell the soft and strong musk of the man's body.

Andrew swiftly restrained Keiko's arms and waist in order not to fall. Then, everything happened very quickly. Flashes of events flashed one by one, moving like rolls of film reels in an old camera. He saw himself and the girl everywhere: the street, the house, the car, the room, the bed. Everything was.

“Nona, are you okay?” scold one of the bodyguards when he sees Andrew and Keiko looking like statues.

They were hugging each other and not moving at all. No. gabe. They don't even blink.

“Nona Keiko?” call the man again when the girl doesn't answer. If mister Hiro saw this, he would have been flayed alive.

Keiko gasped. He let out a long sigh, as if he had just dived to the bottom of the ocean. Were it not for the sound of his bodyguard, he might still be lost there.

I must be crazy, inner Keiko.

He pushed Andrew's body and tried to stand up straight.

“Sorry, Miss. I was completely unintentional. I forgot my phone, so—“

“Other times be careful. You can lose your hand if you hit the wrong person,” interrupted Keiko while tidying up her dress.

He looked straight ahead, stepped towards the exit without looking back. Even so, slowly his right hand lifted and rubbed the corner of his lips. The sweet and tender taste of the kiss was still left on her lips.

How could? He kissed me in my head? Can it be like that? Did he hypnotize me?

“I must be crazy,” muttered Keiko slowly until only she herself could hear it. At least he felt a little relieved because the two bodyguards walking behind him did not look suspicious at all.

Back there, Andrew grinned wide with sparkling eyes. He got into the elevator like a dazed man. The blissful feeling within his chest felt strange but pleasant. Slowly his hand moved up and touched his lips at a glance. Although what he saw was just a flash of memory that he himself did not understand, but felt very real. It was so real that his heart was pounding so fast.

“I must have gone crazy,” muttered the man while pressing the numbers near the elevator door.

He had to go back to Clark and investigate the room above.