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The man in the black suit was still staring fixedly ahead. Slowly he began to take off the sunglasses he had been wearing, so that he could see a pair of beautiful hazel colored eyes.

"Who is that girl?" he muttered to himself.

His mind began to wander, remembering the girl he had just met. For some reason, he suddenly felt curious about the girl's figure.

The man with the mulatto face seemed to be smiling alone.

"Elvan."

He jumped in surprise and immediately turned around, when a tap landed on his shoulder.

"Eh, Papa," said the man named Elvan.

"What are you doing here?" asked the father who immediately stood beside his son.

"Um, no, Dad," answered Elvan nervously.

His father watched the child's face carefully.

"Are you hiding something? Are you still thinking about Riana?" His father asked again.

Elvan turned to his father with a probing look. He frowned in surprise.

"M...what do you mean, Papa?" Elvan asked in a choked voice.

His father smiled and patted his shoulder again.

"Never