There had been an active movement the past weeks in the apartment. The person named Aayiz had been coming almost every two days for a very short short visit; of no more than ten minutes.
It was not like they were being all hushed up when they talk. Not at all. They spoke on a normal volume, enough for his fine ears to hear properly, but he had no idea what was being said.
Prior to every single visit from the grey-eyed man, Lucas would arrange loads of bags neatly onto one corner. And every single time, those items would no longer occupy the previous space. It definitely piqued Harith's interest and curiosity, but their lack of closeness prevented him from asking further.
It was that one particular afternoon around half past four when Lucas rushed him out.
"Where are we going?"
