AMAYA'S POV
I was looking up at him, trying to understand why it felt like I had met him before and the way he was also staring back made me sense he knew me too. If he knew me, I needed him to say something so I would know if I could get answers from him.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice uncertain and full of worry.
I eyed him, taking in his appearance, as I tried to rack my brain to remember him. He was tall, full of muscles that were evident through his turtleneck shirt and pants. He was good looking, even as he looked a little older. His dark hair was swept back neatly and his brown eyes, a light shade of brown matched his warm skin tone. I blinked and looked away from his face when I didn't have any memory of this man.
"Uh… I can replace the phone if it has issues but are you okay?"
When I realized I had not said a word since he first spoke, I nodded stiffly.
The man sighed. "Thank God…Uh, I'm Dean by the way."
