She finally understood his situation. He needed help, and now she was ready to offer it.
With a deep breath, Nnenna walked up to him and gently tapped him on the shoulder.
The old man looked up, his face still buried in his hands. He blinked, confusion crossing his features, then surprise flickered in his eyes.
"Aren't you that strangely dressed girl I almost hit earlier? The one standing in the middle of the road?" He squinted, his gaze falling on her.
Nnenna "..."
She was still wearing the same sunglasses, clothes, and scarf, which he seemed to remember quite clearly.
"Yes, I'm the one," Nnenna replied sheepishly, her eyes avoiding his.
The man blinked, still confused. "Do you need anything?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. He wondered why she had tapped him, and more importantly, how she knew where he was. Was she following him?
