I went out of the courtroom after my case has been called and my motion granted. Besides, our client's representative has already approached me for a chittychat. We were having discussions along the corridors when I saw somebody familiar traversing my direction. He's clad in yellow long-sleeved polo. As to the other details, it's funny, 'cause now I cannot recall any of it - whether he has with him folders, or bag. All I had in mind, clearly, was his face. That evasive look on his face. The hurried walk.
I still feel.
