Trishal's POV
"Hello, stranger."
My door opened after a double knock, and Neymar walked in tentatively.
I was on my laptop, checking out some videos and courses on social media marketing. At this rate, I was going to have to dwell among humans soon enough, probably somewhere like California or Florida, and I needed to make a living.
That was just my paranoia speaking. I guess I was slowly developing into a fine coward, but better to be a coward and alive than brave and six feet down or in ashes.
I closed my laptop slowly as I looked up at her approaching, managing a smile. It was quiet downstairs; Idris and his cousins must have left.
I came upstairs to think a bit, and that thinking brought me to the social media thingy.
"Hello back at you," I said, patting the space close to me. S
