"Good afternoon, sir, are you Mr. Salazar?" Franceska asked as we approached the table reserved for Mr. Salazar.
I stayed quiet. I let Franceska start the conversation. I focused my gaze on the familiar figure in front of me. He didn't return my gaze, even though I kept glancing at him.
There was something different about Dr. Ryan's appearance today. He wore a suit over his white shirt. His attire looked more formal. What was he doing here? Who was he meeting that required such formal attire?
"Alright, I'm heading out, bro. Let's catch up later," said Dr. Ryan, getting up from his seat, while putting his arm around the man next to him, whom I guessed must be Mr. Salazar. They seemed to be the same age, friends or perhaps family, I wasn't certain.
"Sure, we can arrange that," replied Mr
