Arslan stood up in front of me, his eyes gazing at me curiously as they lit up under the moonlight.
"Hey, i remember you..." He said, smiling like he'd run into an old friend.
Meanwhile, it took me all the will power to hold my face and composure together.
"You're Victor, right? From before, too?" Arslan said with a smile before returning back to sitting on the bench.
"What?" I stood a few steps away and blinked dazedly. Arslan turned, catching my expression but gave a charming smile that curved and reached his red-orange eyes.
"You remember my name..." I said, paused awkwardly, then added in a small voice — "sir."
"Of course i do." Arslan readily replied with a shrug. He leaned backwards, his arms spread comfortably along the back of the bench, and crossed his legs like someone sitting outside for a pleasant night breeze much like he was.
His loose front bangs fluttered.
