“Ha, you’re not denying it.”
Finally, Zahir closed his eyes tightly, reopened them and faced Cesare.
Seemingly nervous, he let out a deep breath, then grabbed Cesare’s wrist with a firm grip.
Not forcefully, but firmly, he slowly detached Cesare’s hand from his collar.
What he said next was perfectly calculated to provoke Cesare.
“How could I not recognize you?”
“What?”
“There are many ways to recognize someone, even without seeing their face, Cesare.”
At those words, a chill ran through Cesare’s blue eyes.
The urge to shout and throw punches overwhelmed him, but Cesare barely managed to hold back.
“Such a shameless reply, go on.”
He clenched his jaw, suppressing his voice.
“You might dismiss it as a lie, but I can distinguish you just by your walk.”
“....”
“You might have thought our connection ended back in college, but I’ve seen you walk the runway dozens of times since then.”
Zahir’s eyes trembled as they met Cesare’s gaze.
