Selena's pov:

I stood erect and handed the man his wallet. He took it In a jiffy like he didn't want it to be seen in the first place.

"Thank you, my dear" He remarked as the corners of his mouth quirked up.

"No offense, sir. I'm just curious. Is the boy in the photo your son?" I asked closing up so he doesn't sense the familiarity from my voice.

His face hardened for a second there and he quickly, flared.

"Oh no! He's the son of a friend. He doesn't look like me, or does he?" He asked obviously getting dubious about my sudden question.

Oh God! Can I...