Old Wise Geezer

"Miss Lucia, he is…"

Sir Greyson was looking at the angel-like man Ilian with a circle in his mouth, a perfect circle. I know, right? I was not the only one to know and see the similarity between the two men. Though one was, of course, more handsome, his dimples were otherworldly and his blue eyes were like two shining gems luring anyone to a beautiful dream.

Sigh… I miss him so much. Where is he? I want to dream of him again, though, this time, no more happy hour. I won't like it if someone else saw me in that state. How embarrassing.

"He… he is Ilian," I said, what else can I say, I don't know him that much. I guess I should ask him, but he has been evasive with his answers. It seemed it was difficult for him to speak about his situation. Though, I could guess, why? Well, he landed in a strange world wounded and met a beautiful woman who saved him, though, it was unexpected.