"Who is that man, by the way? And why do you want to know about him?" Niko asked, eyeing Gina from the side as they sat inside the coffee shop.
Gina paused, her cup halfway to her lips, and stared at Niko thoughtfully before setting it back down.
"First, tell me—will you be able to find him?" She asked, her fingers tracing the rim of the cup.
Niko frowned, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest.
"To find someone, I need a few details. If you don't tell me who this person is, I can't exactly trace him," he said flatly.
Gina hesitated, her thoughts tangled with memories she had long buried in the darkest corners of her heart. But after seeing him that day, peace had eluded her.
Niko waited, watching her in silence until finally, she spoke.
"Unfortunately, he's someone I know... and yet, someone I don't," she murmured.
Niko's brow creased. "What's that supposed to mean?"
