Uninvited Truth

Nadia.

He was leaning against the fence. He walked towards me, his lips pursed into a thin line. "Are you busy at the moment?"

I eyed him curiously. How on earth did he find me? Why did he even look for me in the first place? I had been careful enough to make my trail very minimal. "Yes, I am," I replied, a wary edge to my tone. "What are you doing here?" I asked again.

"It's pretty obvious, isn't