Memory #2: Mysterious Friend

It's five o'clock in the afternoon. We are here today at the Ice Cream Parlor where I often eat.

He brought me here because he knew this place was my favorite. Why does he even know that? Is he my Guardian angel?

But no matter how many questions I had in my mind I was thankful because he came and I forgot the man I loved so much but only triple the pain came back.

We just ate quietly until I decided to ask him.

"Ah, we've been talking for a while but you haven't answered my question yet. Who are you? Why do you seem to know me so well? Are you a Guardian angel? Or maybe you're a stalker?"

I asked him one question after another.

He just laughed and did not even look into my eyes.

"Do I look like a clown? So you laughed at me? Who are you really?" I said seriously.

I was about to ask again when he answered my previous question to him.

"You will know who I am, but not in this instance."

The only thing he answered.

Surprisingly, I just nodded. I looked back at the ice cream I was eating and then asked him another question.

"Where do you----".

I raised my head, but he suddenly disappeared. He left only a small piece of paper.

I would have ignored it, just because I saw some numbers on that paper.

I counted the numbers and confirmed the cellphone number because eleven digits were written. I took my wallet and pay the ice cream that we ate.

I also put the small piece of paper with the cellphone number that I think he meant to leave on the table where we ate.

I just shrugged and left.