9 CHAPTER 7: RE-ENCOUNTER

The QnA session went on for another ten minutes and I didnt stay for the rest of it. I dragged Clara away from the crowd to another section of the exhibition. It was the section where firearms are displayed to the visitors. 

 There were variety of firearms displayed. From Assault Rifles, Sub-Machine Guns, Sniper Rifles, Marksman Rifles etc.

     But I wasn't interested in firearms. I was more interested in the exoskeleton which he saw earlier. I'm here now just to kill some time and wait until there's a few visitors left so we can go out without being sandwiched by the crowd.

     As I was looking at an info of an Assault Rifle, someone grabbed my shoulder from behind. I turned immediately to see the person.

"We meet again", the person said.

"Bianca? What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Now now don't get so angry. Am I not allowed to visit?" She snickered.

Well it was true after all. It's not like I can kick her out as if it's my place.

"Yes, but why are you here anyways?"

"Just visiting. It's not fun being inside all the time y'know. Figured I'd go out and visit. It's not like you can see stuff like this everyday". 

As she was talking, it's the first time I've seen her talk without looking at her as if she's a maniac who kills androids. She seemed more….normal, and her smile too…

Wait what am I thinking?

"That so? You're sure you're not here to destroy some androids? The way I see it there's at least 50-70 androids in here".

She let out a laugh.

"Nah, after you beat me recently I figured I'd stop hunting androids. I finally found something better to do."

I smirked.

"Oh really? What is it?"

"I'm going to take engineering. Besides I finished high school this year."

 What?

She looked at my dumbfounded face and frowned.

"What,you think I'm older than you?"

"Yeah?..."

"We're the same age dumbass."

"How do you know that?"

"What,your age?" She chuckled. "You don't seem older than 17. It's easy to guess. You're either younger than 17 or below 20. Which makes you a minor. "

"But how do you know I'm exactly 17?"

She took out something from her back pocket and gave it to me.

It was my student ID.

"Well , this answers that."

"Damien Reeves, eh? There aren't a lot of people I know who has the family name Reeves. I only know some rich people who has that name…."

She said before trailing off on her words.

"-wait. You're not the son of-MMMPHH"

I closed her mouth before she could even finish her sentence.

"Shush, let's talk somewhere else."