Chris knew that couple. Very well in fact. He spotted a bench and decided to sit down. He looked down at the beach, hoping that he could spot the couple in the crowd. But luck was not on his side. He took the camera out, and began to check the rest of the pictures out. More pictures of the couple showed up. It was all pictures from this beach. Chris did not understand. How could they be here in Miami? It should not be possible. He had to find them. He checked the rest of the content, but found nothing. What was he supposed to do now? He stood up, and started walking beside the beach.Moment before he was about to enter a diner, he recalled about the key, which had a little picture of a red sports car as a pendant. He searched several of his pockets, before he found it. It was a hotel key to Mandarin Oriental - a 5-star luxury. But Chris had no idea, where the hotel was. After asking a couple of people, he found his way to the hotel. It was not very far from the beach.He went in to the lobby of the hotel. When the door closed behind him, all the hustle and bustle from the beach and streets disappeared. The only noises were some low-voiced and whispering conversations. Chris approached the guy at the desk and told him about his situation. The receptionist didn't seem to care. He took Chris' key, but he would not give any information about the couple on the picture. Chris sighed when he got out of the hotel. He did not know what to do next. He started to walk towards the diner again. He was a little frustrated, but he was hoping that he would figure something out, when he had had something to eat. Chris ordered two cheeseburgers and a diet coke. As he ate, he startet thinking about his situation. How would he react, when he saw them and how would he confront them? After a while, his eyes felt heavy, and he started to get sleepy.
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