53. Andrew Martin, A Childhood Friend.

The harsh looks of the security men, melted to become more humble as they heard the voice from behind them.

"Good evening, sir," they greeted, bowing down a little bit.

Gavin also turned around as the voice itself was familiar. For a minute he had been cursing within himself why more and more people he knew kept popping out of nowhere to make things more harder for him.

"What are you all doing?" The man who was the owner of the voice said.

The security men lined themselves in front of him, knocking Gavin away. "Sir, it's this man. He is being a nuisance over here just because we did not let him in."

Gavin had already known who the man was and smiled satisfactorily to himself. At last a little ray of sunshine had pierced the dark clouds that had been surrounding him ever since. He was happy. The security guards did not know why he was smiling, but they knew that they did not like it.

"A nuisance you say?" The man asked. "And when did you start using such big words that you have no ide