He took out another piece of paper, wrote something on it, and slid it across the table toward her.
"My number is on there. When you finally remember me, call me."
He gave her one last confident smile. "I will be waiting."
With that, he turned around and walked away with an arrogant air. Lana stared at the piece of paper for a few seconds.
Then she rolled her eyes. "Weirdo, I have no idea who he is."
She crumpled the paper containing his phone number into a ball and tossed it into the trash.
She had no interest in getting to know another random person.
After the fan meeting finally ended, Lana felt completely exhausted.
Her shoulders were sore from sitting for so long, and her hand felt stiff from signing so many autographs.
When she stepped outside, she immediately saw Lucian waiting for her.
His tall figure stood beside the car, and the cool night air stirred his clothes slightly.
