"Could it be..." Estelle began to realize the reality.
The man broke into a cheeky smile as he made a peace sign with his hand.
"Exactly. It was me. I covered everything up stealthily. Didn't I do great?" The man smiled, gesturing for Estelle to follow him with a hand.
Estelle gulped in confusion, wondering whether she should follow or hold back.
Nothing can be too convenient. When it passes a certain level, the word 'coincidence' becomes meaningless. At that point, it would be more sensible to call it ploy rather than just a harmless coincidence.
This time, Estelle was debating on whether the uncanny encounter was just a coincidence or the work of somebody else behind the scenes.
For now, since Estelle had no ideas on how to approach the problem, she decided to let the man guide her.
