"How much do you know about me?"
She didn't know how many times Elle had asked the same person for the same question. And she had memorized Lucas' answer, which was always the same.
"It's enough to know you well."
And she would end up cursing herself for her recklessness or maybe her stupidity. She would never get an explanation. The man was good at putting words together. Instead of eliminating her confusion, his reply would only increase her curiosity. Damned him!
Elle walked at a not-so-fast pace. She was walking down the streets of London on a somewhat cloudy night. She paused for a moment just to look into the night sky studded with gray clouds. Overcast clouds dotted the city during the day, which made the sunlight was hardly seen. The forecast said the same thing. London would be shrouded in gray clouds, or even rain, for the next few days.
