Zaan POV
After leaving Alex's house, I returned home, but the eyes of that girl stayed with me. I am certain that she was my Kaya, as I recall her fondness for kittens. I took a deep breath of frustration and went for a stroll. In addition, I visited the playground where I used to play cricket. I grinned as I remembered my childhood. Then I noticed Kosho with other boys, who were riding their bikes and wearing an expensive black jacket and black jeans. He has matured from the skinny adolescent to the mature adolescent. I gave him a wave and continued forward in their way. He had a rage-filled expression on his face. I frowned, wondering why he was staring at me so vehemently. “Hey, kosho, how are you doing?” I asked, moving my hand to shake his. “Look, who's back in the city,” one of the
