Masquerade

Not long after they chatted briefly did Rohit decide to fall asleep.

Since Ingrid was fully awake, she just sat in the office chair until he decided to wake up. In the meantime, she was sifting through her plan now that she was in this country and conveniently found the one she’d been looking for. She soon started feeling queasy from the food she ate earlier and instinctively made her way to the bathroom.

“That garlic…” she whispered to herself, while looking at her pale face in the mirror. “I think there was too much in that sandwich—no, in each of the toppings in general.” The young woman then recalled the spicy condiment drizzled throughout and placed a hand over her stomach. “I haven’t had anything like that in a century…”

Once Ingrid completed her movement in the privy, she proceeded to exit, but came in contact with an older woman with dark hair and mocha skin.

It was Rohit’s mom.