Kiran, Family Friend of the Bride
I’m not trying to be a diva, but seriously—what’s with these local tours? I live five miles from Las Olas. Water. Beach. Glitzy shops. Been there, done that. I get the out-of-towners wanting a peek, but couldn’t she have organized other options for us local guests?
I got bored halfway through, so I told the group I’d meet them at our pickup spot.
Figured I may as well knock out a few errands while I’m here.
I stocked up at that Korean skincare shop, grabbed a bite at Havana—still the best Cuban sandwiches in town—then headed to our meeting spot at that new coffee shop that just opened up.
So I’m getting a café con leche (mid, by the way, and of course they spelled Kiran totally wrong.
Seriously, three e’s?), and just as I’m about to sit down, I saw this guy outside the shop.
I know this is going to sound weird, but he was the spitting image of Nasir.
You know, Hena’s missing fiancé? Speaking of which, poor girl.
People act like she had something to do with whatever happened to him, but that’s not fair.
She doesn’t deserve half the crap people say about her.
Obviously, I knew it wasn’t Nasir out there today.
I’m not a conspiracy theory auntie. And this guy was thinner.
Super-short hair, which was never his style.
And speaking of style, this guy had none.
Zero. Nasir was the sort to turn heads—the man knew how to dress.
This dude was straight-up Walmart chic. The Nasir we knew would not be caught dead in those ridiculously oversized sunglasses.
I was going to write it off—too much gossip on the brain—but when he turned and I saw his profile, I’m telling you, I nearly dropped my cup. I scrambled for my phone to snap a picture, but by the time I grabbed it, he was gone.
I hurried out. I scanned the sidewalks. It’s like he evaporated into thin air.
I know he was probably just some rando. It was bright outside, so it’s not like I could see all that well. We all know Nasir’s dead. Even his mother has said it.
Except.
They never found a body, right?
So…maybe?