C75 Chapter 75

…Dickinson pov…

Emile and I approached the old Chinese man pulling the cart, I couldn't help but feel nervous. What if my guess was wrong? What if I sounded stupid? I smiled awkwardly, hoping that my apprehension wouldn't show.

"Good morning, sir," I said, trying to sound confident.

The old man looked at us both and then smiled widely. I was puzzled by his smile