Without a name

[James Greed]

" Then, croissants it is." He replies, and as the bartender approaches, he pay the bill. " Follow me, dear lady." He takes her hands, and they leave the bar. After walking through a few corners, they get to one of the apartments on the station. He opens the door, and they enter the apartment. " Sorry for the mess, I did not expect any guests."

Strangely, the rooms were clean. Everything was in order. Apart from one thing. There were post-it notes all over the place. On the fridge, on the tables, everywhere. Upon entering, he picks one up, and writes on it: "Lucia Nielsen BHG Core GM. You know her." Then, he places the note on a small board, next to some other notes.

" A bad habit. You see, I've lost my memories multiple times. And, once I've lost my datapad, with all of the logs, and notes on it. The only thing that remained was a small post it note, with some basic informations about myself. It did not include my name" he laughs. " Since then, I write down almost everything." he sighs, and opens a cupboard, and takes a white apron from it. " Make yourself at home." He grins, and heads to the kitchen.

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