"Cosmopolitan," she told the bartender as she leaned her upper body against the sleek wood of the bar.
The bartender nodded before turning away to make her drink.
"I pegged you for a vodka cranberry girl," a voice said from behind her.
Alyssa felt her heart stop when that voice reached her ears. She knew that voice.
But it couldn't be. She only heard that voice in her dreams, which she should've considered to be nightmares.
She slowly turned around to face none other than Elias, who looked like he hardly aged during the past eight years.
Now, he was slightly taller and more built in his upper body.
She could tell through his black suit jacket and the dark grey button down that he had on underneath.
Silver rings adorned his fingers, and his black hair was pushed back and slightly shaved down on the sides.