Summer’s Point of View
I tightly shut my eyes and surreptitiously pinched his side, attempting to retrieve my hand. However, his grip was too firm and unyielding. I then raised my gaze to the three individuals standing before us. Amby was fixated on our hands, while Mister Klein, whom he had referred to earlier, peering at Steven with astonishment. Calvin, the third person, stood rooted to the spot, squinting at us in disbelief.
Yes, I once encountered this man in Sweden and our interaction was brief and straightforward - he simply asked me for directions! Had it not been for his distinctive habit of sniffing the air, I would have forgotten him entirely. And now, when questioned about the encounter, I foolishly denied ever having met him. In truth, I was afraid that Steven might interpre
