The man did recognise me, but he can't remember how and when we met. He just knew we'd met before, but I keep denying to him, but more to my masters, that I don't know him and that he's just mistaken me for someone else while looking at my shoes, avoiding his scrutiny, afraid that he would finally remember how we met.
“Are you sure we've never met before?” he asks, feeling his intent gaze on me. We're in the living room right now. I'm behind the sofa where Alessandre and Rowan are sitting.
“Yes, sir.”
“You're just mistaken, Carolina, for someone, Direk. Enough with her.” I want to hug Alessandre for saying that. To my relief, he ceases throwing me questions and goes back to talking with my masters and the man who's been looking at me openly since earlier, from time to time. Kenji arri
