Chen Zi Han lowered his head and chucked as he took a step in front of me. "Do you want to repeat that?" He asked in a very soft tone and he pulled out a pair of black leather gloves from his side pocket. He very slowly and meticulously put them on, almost becoming absent-minded in the process.
I had once asked him why he carried the gloves with him but I had never seen him wear them. He simply replied that they were a memento of the past. I never questioned him on it. Everyone was entitled to their own secrets, but I was surprised as I watched him putting them on now.
The Chen Zi Han that I knew seemed to become a whole other man as the gloves went on. As the final snap at the wrist was done up, it was like a wall shut down over him.
