Just in time, Roland spotted someone and pulled on Harker's sleeves.
"That's him! Let's go!"
Harker was still dazed by what he was seeing. It looked so surreal, like looking at a very badly edited photo in a magazine. Only that the photo showed his co-worker, who always had a bad case of acne and terribly matted hair.
But here he was, in that posh suit, smiling and posing like a fucking Hollywood star!
He even looked so much better. His skin was spotless and smooth, his hair was also luscious and styled, and his smile didn't look like he was wincing anymore. Kian ALWAYS smiled like the act of smiling itself was pulling teeth.
"You're seeing what I'm seeing, right? Holy shit…." He mumbled. "What happened to Kian Shaw!?"
Roland just frowned and turned to him. "What do you mean?"
