Everyone claims being born in the wrong century, the wrong time, not me. I looked 18, but I’m not a blank page like everyone, all this memories of the time were there were no tall buildings, when the air was pure, when the forest were full of trees and the roads were pure dirt, but the greater memory of all, it’s of them, of that voice, of those eyes, or that-

-Ma’am- said the lady in front off me, it took me a second to realize it was me who she was talking to. The coffee shop was almost empty and I looked around trying to zoom back in.

-sorry, what would u like to order- I said to the woman, she was no older than 35, brown eyes and brown hair, pale skin but I was capable of seen some dark spots in her face.

-There you go ma’am, thanks for coming- I said to the lady after making her drink, -my shift it’s over, I’ll take the next one and I’m out- I said to my co-worker, not giving him time to answer as I walked to the counter to take the next client.

-hi, what can I get for yo-

I couldn’t finish the sentence, I was speechless as I looked at their face, as I looked at those eyes, i knew it was them, after all this time, after all this life’s and people, -It’s you, its finally you.-