"It's really you," Alexa said, her thin voice filled with surprise.
Alaric didn't know how to feel about the interaction, so he just plastered a smile.
"I mean, I wasn't sure, but that gorgeous hair…" Alexa said, her eyes lifting to his hair. "I would recognize it anywhere."
Before he could respond, the waiter passed him his drink. Thankful for the interruption, he nodded.
Alexa used to be his girlfriend back in Australia. Her brother, Jake, had been a good friend of his. He met Jake, then met Alexa, and a relationship—or something close to that—blossomed.
The relationship hadn't meant much to him. As a matter of fact, they had only dated for six months before Alexa's behavior took a turn for the worse.
The relationship had driven a wedge between him and Jake. But Alaric didn't blame him. Nobody liked to admit that their sister was crazy.
As he reached for his glass, he couldn't help the thought that swirled in his mind:
Why was Alexa here?
