"I'm sorry, but do I know you?"Usman asked, staring at the strange man he had just bumped into.
"Usman Abbas. Don't you recognize me?" Mansur said. "It's Mansur...Mansur Sharif."
"That doesn't ring a bell." he replied, moving out of the way. "Sorry."
"Come on. Don't be a nincompoop." Mansur chuckled. Usman paused as Mansur's words registered in his brain. Only two people ever called him that; his two best friends when he was in primary school.
"Mansur." he muttered to himself quietly. Memories of a short skinny dark boy with a devilish grin came flooding back to him.
"Mansur Sharif. Are you serious?" he asked incredulously. He pulled Mansur in for a hug rashly patting him on the bag. "God, it's been so long. You've changed a lot." he said, pulling away to examine his former best frien
