Classmate

"Diana???"

At that moment, a fashionably well dressed man who happened to be in his late twenties called out to her as he climbed the stairs from the VIP section of the bank. He clearly overheard her talk.

Behind him were two burly looking bouncers with a serious face and each holding a baton and one carrying a bag, obviously filled with cash. They both wore black tuxedos.

The man was wearing a pair of fashion glasses, and and ice gold chain worth millions of dollars around his neck, his dress code somehow accentuated the kind of work he does, probably a singer/ musician or a dancer or both combined, as his left arm was covered in tattoos.

In Delta city, if you're not a singer, a musician, a disc jockey, a wrestler, a footballer, and e.t.c you'd dare not have tattoos so it gave Diana something to think about... She doesn't remember knowing someone who does all of that! Still, who is this? She thought as he approached,

"And you're?" She furrowed her eye brows slightly and further scru