~The dinner party~--------John stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his bow tie for what felt like the hundredth time. He was dressed fancily and extravagantly in a designer tuxedo by the famous designer, Reginald Laurent.The black tuxedo was tailored to perfection, accentuating his broad shoulders and chest. The white shirt was crisp and starched, with a subtle sheen that caught the light. The black bow tie was made of the finest silk, and John had struggled to tie it just right.John stepped out of his apartment and headed to the elevator, his heart racing with nervousness. He had never been to a party like this before, and the thought of meeting new people made him anxious.Especially since he had no memory of doing anything like this before. The car crash five years ago had taken away his memories, leaving him with a blank slate.As he approached the elevator, he took a deep breath and pushed the button. The doors slid open, and he stepped inside, relieved to be alone. But h

~At a Cafe~Ashley and her friends were hanging out in a cozy cafe, surrounded by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft hum of conversation. Her friends were busy discussing different topics, their hands gesturing animatedly as they chatted.Ashley, though present with them, had her mind somewhere else. She sat with her elbows on the table, her cup of tea in front of her, and her spoon spinning lazily in the liquid.As she stared off into space, her friends' voices became a distant hum, and her thoughts drifted back to the dinner party and the surprise meeting with John. Her brow furrowed, and her eyes squeezed shut, remembering the painful words she had said to him in the past.One of her friends, Milla, noticed her distant gaze and reached out to touch her hand.“Hey, Ashley, earth to Ashley!What's going on?” she asked, concern evident on her face. Milla's dark hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders as she leaned in, her brown eyes filled with compassion.Ashley's