The man now known as Kenneth frowned when she turned to leave, he wouldn't let her leave so he spoke out.
"It's me, your KenTen." His cheeks grew red when he said that name.
He promised himself he wasn't going to call himself that embarrassing name again but guess he had to say it. And it was worth it because Genevieve stopped walking.
Genevieve froze when she heard the name, she tried remembering where she had heard that name from and then the picture of a young boy in his eighteens flashed in her mind. Another picture of her and the young boy hanging out in the library; studying and having a chat.
Then countless images of the both of them together flashed into her mind.
Slowly she turned to Kenneth, who was staring at her expectantly.
"Do you remember me now?" Kenneth asked, as his eyes searched hers.