"Well, Adams, it's a pleasure to meet you, and I wish you a safe journey."
With that, he turned around, ready to pick up the clothes that Douglas had dropped on the ground.
"Mr. Einstein."
Adams pinched his fingers, timidly standing behind Einstein:
"To meet you here, on my last night in Mi Country, I believe it must be a gift of fate."
"May I... ask a favor from you?"
Adams scratched his head and smiled sheepishly:
"When I left England, my wife was pregnant. My child was born this March, a very healthy little boy."
"Congratulations," Einstein said flatly.
"The thing is, Mr. Einstein,"
Adams quickly walked around to stand in front of Einstein, eagerly saying:
"I have been looking forward to this child for a long time, but because the courses in Mi Country have kept me busy, I haven't had time to return to England to see him... So, embarrassingly, until now, my son is almost a year old and still doesn't have an official name."
