C43 Crossing Boundaries

I did not recognize the voice. A guy stood there, tall, with an air of self-assurance that changed into hard to disregard. He became dressed impeccably, the form of fit that screamed wealth. I didn’t realize him; however, he simply knew me—or at least knew who I changed into.

“I’m sorry, do I understand you?” I requested, looking to area his face.

The man smiled, an easy, practiced expression