My mind races through every micro-clue I can use to pull myself out of this corner.
Even if every answer says otherwise, I feel that my meeting with Rahul in this shop was complete coincidence. His eyebrows moved suddenly, contradicting themselves, trying to hide his real surprise at seeing me.
"Mister Sharma. A pleasant surprise, running into you here."
I lean on the counter with my elbow, resting my weight on the frame, and cross my legs in a relaxed pose. I start by trying to steer the direction of the conversation. I can't control his power, but a survival mindset is my department.
His eyes scan everything around me, the counter, my clothes, the seller's expression.
"Doing some shopping?" He measures his words. As if he already knows I'm dangerous with mine. Modesty aside, he isn't entirely wrong. When you're a rat without enough strength, you resort to other methods.
