Engfa's POV
The man looked around as if checking if someone else followed us to his house. He pulled the door open and motioned us to come inside immediately.
He then double checked that no one was outside before he closed the door behind him.
"Holy shit!"
He said while staring at me. It took him a while and a nudge on the arm courtesy of Freen before tearing his eyes away from me.
"Sorry. I don't mean to be rude. It's just that... Wow. You look exactly like Eva."
That name again. I rolled my eyes at him and his demeanor suddenly became warm. He smiled apologetically before rubbing the back of his nape.
"Sorry again. By the way, ahhm. Who are you?"
He said before looking at us in confusion. I rolled my eyes at him again.
"You let us in without even asking beforehand. Great job."
I said sarcastically. He nodded. Then looked at us sheepishly.
"Let me... ahhh. Sorry. Let's sit down for a bit. Drinks?"
He said before walking away from us and to what looks like a receiving area and a library in one.
It's even more impressive than the one Becky has in her cafe. This one looks even older. He emerged from the kitchen holding four bottles of beer and handed us one each. I looked at him curiously.
"Really?"
I said. He looked confused. Like this was his usual offering to his guests.
"Sorry. Did you want whiskey or vodka?"
He said. Heavens forgive me. He motioned for us to sit. We sat side by side on the leather sofa situated near the window.
"So. Who are you?"
He said again before taking a swig from his beer bottle. I looked at Becky and Freen who looked equally confused as I am.
"We... are. History geeks. And. We, we heard that you have an interesting collection of books?"
I said. His face lit up with the mention of books and history. He took another gulp from his bottle before walking infront of his impressive bookshelves. He opened his arms as if presenting to us something that he is really proud of.
"Well. This is just a few of the rarest I own."
He said. He then walked to the bookshelves and took out one of the books there. It was a small book with leather straps. He looks proud of that one even though it looks centuries old. He walked towards us and stood infront of me. He handed me the book. I took it. It felt warm in my touch. A sudden feeling of attachment passed thru every inch of my body.
"This. This is where I saw someone who looks like you."
He said. I felt Freen and Becky immediately moved closer to me. Freen nudged me softly as if telling me to ahead and look. I opened the leather strap and opened the book.
"This is the original and only copy of Princess Charlotte's diary."
He said. I looked at the first page. There it is again that name written in a perfect cursive.
Charlotte.
I scanned it and read a few pages. Princess Charlotte mostly talked about how the weather was like and how she missed someone name Eva.
