Chapter 37 Two Different Persons

• I shifted my gaze around, observing the bustling scene in the restaurant. People engaged in animated conversations with friends, colleagues, and family, creating a lively atmosphere. The lower floor was bathed in a warm blend of yellow and green lights, while the upper floor enjoyed the natural light pouring in from open windows.
• In a corner opposite to our table, an orchestra played their instruments, adding a musical touch to the ambiance. Across from them, under the soft glow of yellow lights, a young Mexican couple shared a kiss amidst the crowd. I quickly averted my eyes, memories flashing before me. My past was a tapestry of such moments, but I had long lost the desire to partake in such activities.
• Years ago, when I left Dillon's house, I made a conscious decision to avoid any romantic entanglements, especially the boyfriend-girlfriend kind. Fate, however, had different plans for me. I promised myself to delve into that story someday, but not now. Shifting my focus, I observed a family settling down in the west direction. A father gently tapped a tissue on his daughter's face, wiping away spilled soup, while the two children, a boy and a girl, enjoyed a family dinner.