Zeno felt his ears grow hot as he went out of the bus. He removed his mask since he was already in his neighborhood and inhaled deeply.
"Who the heck is talking about me?" he asked while rubbing his ears.
He was tired from the trip, so he really wanted nothing but to rest. It was already the afternoon, so his friends must be home, too. He didn't want to admit it, but he missed Doha's cooking.
However, as he arrived at the bottom of the stairs, an unfamiliar man greeted him.
"Zeno!" the old man exclaimed. "You look handsome. I only noticed it now. Good luck on whatever you're filming."
Zeno frowned and merely bowed, still confused.
He took another step forward and was met with a gasp. A girl wearing a school uniform stopped in her tracks, looking at him with wide eyes.
"I can't believe we're really neighbors! I thought my mom was a liar when she told me. Can I have your autograph?"
