CHAPTER 11: SOCIAL CIRCLE

Stephen Nguyen was my height, but he must have been at least twenty pounds lighter. He looked frail, to the point that if you touched him he might fall apart into a dust and blow away in the wind.

When he spoke, his English had no hints of his Vietnamese background. His name, I assumed, was the only thing that he possessed from the Asian country.

"Have you been here before?" He queried.

"No actually. This place was referred to me, and I was just a little curious about what it was that you have going on here." I responded.

His eyes searched me up and down, almost to point that I felt over scrutinized. He was sizing me up the way that the Authority would. The smile that he wore while doing his inspection of me was as fake as they come. It was a forced show of emotion to make the inspected feel at ease.

"And your name is?"

"Calvin. Calvin Spencer." I said. Calvin had long been my go-to