He stands behind the counter of his coffee shop. What can I get you? His hoarse voice is like a hook and your eyes fall on his face. Two years ago, because of fire, smoke, debris and tears, you didn't see him clearly when he grabbed you and took you out of the fire. But you could never forget where he got burnt on his face and how his ruspy, breathy voice told you that everything would be fine. Your heart skips a beat. It's him, your saviour, but doesn't seem to recognize you.
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