“Yikes!” Dayo muttered, scratching the back of his head as he leaned back. “That went dark, pretty fast.” He laughed shortly.

“What? I thought you wanted to hear it?” Frank asked him.

Then they shared a laugh. A short one albeit.

Frank sighed at this. Maybe he was not that bad, this man who was with him. It occurred to him then that he did not even know his name.

The name of the one man who put him down was not known to him. At least, for the feat he pulled out that day in stopping him, he had to know who he was.

Though he had to admit, his face was very unfamiliar to him.

Not like he knew a lot of people. Something about him just scream he was not from around here. And to that, he was very curious. He cleared his throat and then clasped his hands, wiping off the smug look from his face.

“Are you from around here? I don’t think I know your name, sir.” He said.

“Why does that matter?” Dayo laughed at him.

Then he straightened up, after seeing the dead serious look on the face of Fr