89 Stella

The moment Arthur uttered her name, Stella was surprised.

At first she had been prepared to give the staring man a piece of her mind, but then changed that thought after realizing he was familiar with her.

'Do I know him?' Stella wondered.

"You're… Stella, aren't you?" Arthur asked directly this time.

"Yes… Do we know each other?" Stella questioned in confusion.

"Haha, yeah… we do, or rather we used to." Arthur wondered if it could even be called a friendship at this point.

It had been many years, after all. For him, it was literally over fifteen years since he had last seen her. It was more than enough time for most people to forget, especially if they had only met at a young age.

"We did?" Stella furrowed her brows.