A smile formed on his lips and he found himself chuckling together with his mom later. Just as he was about to open his mouth to talk more, a figure—too familiar for him caught his eyes and attention.

Is that…?

He wasn’t sure nor does he want to assume, but he couldn’t just let it pass and ignore it if ever it really was the person he thought it was.

“Hey mom, I’ll call you right back.” He hung up quickly and even waiting for his mother to respond and he knew it was rude of him to do it, but he had to hurry.

He stood up on his seat, placing his phone back on his jacket pocket and wandered his eyes around.

Where is she? She was wearing a gray coat from what he remember when he caught a glimpse of the figure for a few seconds. But he couldn’t seem to find it anywhere around. He just took his gaze away for a millisecond and the next moment, she was gone.

Gone again, like the wind.

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