Danisha
His mouth opened and closed. From his demeanour, I could tell he was balking from telling me who Danisha was by the way he kept gazing at me. He rubbed his flushed face and looked away. Though I didn't understand why he seemed so distressed, I needed to know who Danisha was. From his reaction, I deduced that Danisha was someone he knew. Perhaps I looked like her.
His gaze wandered around. At times he stared at the city lights while throwing glances at me. He most probably was contemplating on it. The silence between us stretched while I continued to study his demeanour. I waited for an answer but when it never came, I heaved a breath and decided to break the stillness.
"Why did you call me Danisha? Do I look like her?" I asked.
His expression softened. I detected something dif
