Alex just kept smiling, looking at me, expecting me to introduce myself.
I sighed. Annoyed.
“Shefali…… Thanks for your help Alex, but now if you let me …… I have to go and look for my friend…. I can’t find her,” I replied automatically, still trying to piece together what the hell just happened.
He extended his hand like a gentleman. I shook it, hesitantly.
“Nice to meet you, Shefali-who-definitely-wasn’t-staring-at-me.”
“You’re full of yourself,” I muttered, narrowing my eyes.
“And yet, you’re still talking to me,” he grinned.
Despite myself, I chuckled.
Alex had this… boyish charm. Unthreatening. Safe. A welcome contrast to the shadowy figure that had just disappeared from behind me.
But the pit in my stomach refused to vanish. Something wasn’t right. I scanned the crowd discree
