At first glance, Harlan Palmer thought this young fellow looked a bit familiar. The second time, he was sure he didn't quite remember the young man. By the third look, the young man's British style of dressing, coupled with the faint noble aura he exuded...
Noticing someone observing him, Warren glanced over and grinned, "Hello, Mr. Palmer."
"Who are you?"
"Many years ago, on Valentine's Day, there was a barbecue in the West Suburb Villa in River State. At that time, I had a brief encounter with you, Mr. Palmer."
West Suburb Villa?
Gem Atkinson's territory?
Harlan Palmer's mind quickly scanned through old memories.
"I am Warren."
The curly hair, chubby lips, and this somewhat familiar British style...
Harlan Palmer let out an "oh," smiled, and shook Warren's hand, saying, "Good boy, it's you, you've grown so much!"
"Yes, Mr. Palmer, it's me."
