‘What’s the name of this man?’ Hayden asked, staring in a certain direction, where his attention had been drawn.
‘Khalid,’ Lana replied.
Hayden lifted his gaze to the ceiling in agony and asked in a gloomy voice, ‘What does your Khalid look like?’
She had just opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly closed it. The easiest response to the question, as a matter of fact, seemed too banal at that moment. What does Khalid look like? He’s terribly handsome, elegant and has an aristocratic air about him. He’s got dark hair, looks Oriental– this would have been the right answer, but Lana had chosen to paraphrase it as she didn’t mean to wind Hayden up for no reason.
‘Khalid?’ she breathed out loudly. ‘He’s kind of tall, dark-haired, with Oriental features. Why are you asking?’ she turned to hi
