Chapter 147

I rarely get recognised when I am out and about, and that is because I rarely am out and about in common spaces like this. If I was in Paris for business, I definitely wouldn't be in a cafe like this.

I easily forget that I do have a sect of architecture students, enthusiasts and even professionals, who look up to me. I just keep a tight boundary on that part of my life that I tend to forget there are people out there who view me as some celebrity in my chosen career. I get a lot of offers from colleges to come speak to their architecture graduates. I decline at least 90% of those. But the 10% I accept, I get kids who want to look to me for serious career counselling, which is something I am too busy for.

"Hello Dylan. It is nice to meet you." I say, letting go of his hand. The young man is beaming down at me. He has boyishly handsome features.

"Please, can I ask for an autograph?" He asks breathlessly. I glance at Amelia, she looks stricken with fear. I am taken aback by