Chapter 20: Who is Andrei?

PIETRO

Andrei… How long was it since I uttered and heard that name?

I swallowed hard, my hand curling into a fist, crumpling the straight bill of money that I was holding as I watched the lady write my name on the cup.

Andrei, it read.

“How about you sir?” The lady asked Pericles beside me interrupting me from my thoughts.

I stepped back in short surprise and turned to look at Pericles, pretending that my mind was not distracted for a moment, but judging by the way he looks at me, I know he knew.

“Same with him,” Pericles muttered curtly and stared at me with concern.

I immediately broke eye contact with him and faced the lady once again not wanting to talk about it.

I watched as the lady wrote his name and order on his cup until my gaze landed on my hand curled into a fist, squeezing out the dollar.

I relaxed my hand and shifted on my position. I haven’t noticed that I was being too obvious about it.

I breathed out softly to calm my nerves as I try to hide the slight disturbance in