Previously..
"You have some nice memories at least."
"Not of myself, so I wouldn't call it nice." He muttered. Mandela walked into the shop with a woman that followed him. As her hands were in his. He seemed to be leading her to the waiter, who stood around the end of the shop, near the coffee machine.
"Two cups of coffee for me and the lady." Mandela spoke up, as he wore a black jacket over blue jeans with a blonde-haired woman standing beside him, giving the waiter a soft smile to brighten the mood. "It's fine."
"Nonsense, you are my fiancé after all, Jessica." He said lovingly, making her chuckle, yet it didn't seem to reach her eyes. Drake took note of it but quickly dismissed it, yet Jade didn't, as all her memories were still intact until the man beside her.
'Jessica?' This made
