You were from a lecture, deep in thought, wondering what the lecturer, a historian from Russia, with that thick accent you could barely hear had been talking about. You couldn’t drop the class, because the only option would be a language course from a different country, and frankly you weren’t even too sure if you were well vest in English. You didn’t notice him till you bumped into him “I’m so sorry” you said, looking up to see who it was “No worries Efiba, you look worried, hope you’re good” “I’m goo...” You stopped short when you realised he had mentioned your name, ‘how do you know my name” “I live close to you, my name is Nana Sei” “Nice meeting you, have to run” you said and hurried off. He hadn’t really told you exactly how he knew your name, but that was the least of your worries. There was just something about him you couldn’t explain. Like the fact that his smile seemed not to reach his eyes, something cold that made you almost shiver, that made you want to get...
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