Gulizar. The name nearly stops her in her tracks, an echo of an old life Lila thought had long been left to dust. There’s a twitch to her lips, almost imperceivably, as dark eyes zero in on the man that’s called attention to her. Ahmet. The shock of recognition comes to her after a moment, but she’s quick to school her face into a faux smile, feigning confusion. “I’m afraid you must have me mistaken,” she says, deliberately in Greek rather than their mother tongue. Her eyes cut back and forth between the man she had once called a friend, and the one on her arm who she’s currently trying to swindle out of the expensive watch that sits on his wrist. “My name is Lila, I don’t believe we’ve met before, sir.” ( @lysanderxreis )











