Ansel
Ansel only watched the shenanigans happening about in silence. He'd never seen any tour guide pull such tricks. Cecilia's reaction towards Nia's prank entailed that she'd probably done this multiple times by now.
He felt bad for Cecilia, almost. Having to put up with rambunctious people...
Ansel
Ansel blinked, a bit shocked by the fact that Cecilia knew his name without needing an introduction. Added with the picture she had and his down-to-the-T signature right below it, all Ansel could do was nod his head. He looked dumbfounded.
"I see," he finally said after giving himself a...
Ansel
What?
Is this a dream?
Ansel studied his surroundings, and all the strange looking people around him, a hand over his mouth. He tried to recall his memory, but he couldn't remember anything that could've possibly lead up to where he was now; all he could remember was restocking Rhodes...
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