Sora didn't physically startle, but his muscles tensed. He hadn't heard anyone approach.
He turned his head. A tall man, in an impeccable charcoal-gray suit, was standing next to him.
— What? — Sora asked, feigning disinterest.
— The search. — The man smiled. It was a cold smile. — Everyone is looking for something. Love, validation... or people.
The man had an accent. Heavy, drawling.
Sora narrowed his eyes. His internal alarm went off. He calculated the distance to the escalator. Fifteen meters. With this guy blocking the way, it seemed like fifteen kilometers.
— I'm just having coffee, friend.
The man turned fully toward him.
— Do you know a woman named Mila Grace? — The question came out of nowhere, direct.
Sora kept his face impassive.
— I don't know any Mila. I think you have me confused with someon...
