He watched her from the crowd, ensuring she never left her sight no matter where she went or who he was talking to.
"Damon, I know that is you." A silver-haired man walked to him with a smile. Of course, like the other older man, he had easily recognized him, too, despite his face covering.
He turned to face him, taking the hand the other man offered. Besides, he did not see the point of denying his identity. In truth, he had been meaning to talk to him. And the man of the hour just saved him the trip from looking for him.
"I am glad the prodigal son had returned to visit our sleepy town and grace my humble abode with your presence." The older man said as he tapped him on his shoulder and back with a still-strong arm, welcoming him into his home.
Humble?
