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Jenna won’t admit it but she was glad that John (Paris) did not remember anything because she knew that it will most likely mean the end of him in her life.

“The doctor said not to try to force it,” Jenna said, putting her hand on his arm. “Come, let me show you my pub.”

Paris followed her into her pub that looked like your average hangout spot with dark stained wood finishes.

While Jenna was catching up on paperwork, Paris kept Conrad busy by asking him all about beer and alcohol and different cocktails and how to mix them. By nightfall, Paris was serving customers like a pro bartender.

“You must be a barman of some sort. I have never seen anyone learn everything so fast,” Conrad said when they locked up with Jenna.

“Good night, Conrad,” Jenna said, and together with Paris, they went into the building to go to her apartment.

They spent the rest of the week going around town to random parks and popular hangouts during the day in the hope to trigger John’s (Paris) memory and spent the