Lucas maintained a smile and waved to the crowd.
"Kenny, Kenny Clark?" he asked.
I knew he recognized me. "Lucas! Lucas Villa!"
Lucas extended his hand. I extended mine too!
Our hands clasped together. He leaned in and gave me a hug, cheek to cheek.
This is the Spanish cheek-kiss greeting.
The people around watched how I interacted with him.
"Are you two friends?"
A reporter asked curiously.
Lucas faced the reporter holding my hand, "Yes!"
I smiled, knowing he probably wanted to kill me when he said that.
But in public, Lucas couldn't let others know he's the head of a crime syndicate. Outwardly, he's a philanthropist, a businessman, a politician working for the citizens,
For the sake of his image, Lucas told lies.
Maria was on the verge of going crazy. Friends? These two were arch-enemies who would kill each other when no one was around.
"Are you here to donate?" The reporter aimed the camera at me.
"Yes, I hope this world can have more people who receive help."
