Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 353

Until one cloudy Saturday evening. Mari was dangling her legs over the edge of a building, well
camouflaged from the townspeople, munching on a stale loaf of bread, when she stiffened. That man… She
squinted; trying to make sure that was the exact man she was seeking. It was. Buano Adrigo. And he wasn’t
alone.
Mr. Adrigo, from what she had heard, was a man of above average social status, with friends, acquaintances
and servants at his beck and call. In the quaint little town of Landour, he was regarded as royalty, even
though he was only a wealthy traveller who just so happened to be passing by. Everyone saw him as the
typical noble, witty gen