Despite my bewilderment, I keep a straight face. 

"Good evening, sir," I greeted him.

He didn't respond and just continued staring dead at my soul. He's creeping me out.

Thank heavens, the doorway is wide enough for me to pass by despite him being a huge obstruction. 

I walked past him silently. However, I haven't taken two steps when he abruptly pulled my hand, almost bowling me over.

I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Do you need something, sir?" 

"Do you like my cousin?"

His question caught me in the hop. I'm pretty sure the words "what the fuck" are written all over my face.

I don't know what's...