Anjola
"They know you?" I asked.
He raised and adjusted his suit before giving me a reply.
"Yes. I come here often."
Ok, He did humanitarian service. Nothing special about that. Why did I feel this way? This probably just one of his schemes to get me to like him. But was he serious about the job? It wasn't worth much but I would relish the freedom. The plus side was I would be among children.
A woman walked towards us waving at Diablo. She looked so young, I wondered if she worked here She still had the exuberance of youth, that movie star look, not overly tall and willowy, but more like an action star. Her muscle definition was perfect and she walked with the confidence of someone a decade older. She wasn't just flawless in her bone structure, her skin was like silk over glass and sh
