TWENTY-ONE
The man sitting across from me in the waiting area had his head bowed as he looked down at his Italian Edwin Cap shoes. I studied the stranger like you would a person on a subway, stealthily without letting on, not because the person seems interesting to you but only to kill time. He had a sports cap on his head, forehead creased in tension. Clearly his shoes were not on his mind, although at the price he probably paid for them, they should have been. I knew that brand well. I had once seen Faizan check a black pair out at a*****e and then walk away with the understanding that they were way out of his league.
I was more relaxed at present; this was just a routine ear checkup. Raian didn’t mind going in with the nurses alone, because the place was almost like a second home to h
