Meanwhile, far from the house, Cid sat alone on a bench.
The wind gently stirred the leaves above his head.
He watched the passersby without really seeing them.
His mind was elsewhere.
Ever since he had left the house, the same images kept coming back.
Two glasses on a tray.
A male voice.
Then that silhouette.
A man talking with Mia.
Cid frowned.
"Who was that guy…?"
He ran a hand over his face.
The more he tried to put his memories in order, the more the fragments seemed to blur together.
The two glasses.
The voice.
And now Lara.
Cid closed his eyes.
"Why is everything getting so complicated?"
He stayed silent for a few seconds.
Then another thought forced its way in.
Mia.
He saw her face again when she had seen Lara.
Her anger.
Her disappointment.
Cid looked down.
Why had it shaken him so much?
After all…
Mia wasn't his girlfriend.
She was free.
Free to leave.
Free to meet someone.
Free even to fall in love with another man.
He had no right to ask her for explanations.
Cid sighed.
"So why does it hurt this much?"