Guard of Honour
I saw him as soon as I stepped inside the bank. It was overcrowded with customers rushing or pushing each other as if to achieve some goal for the day. But even in that hustle and bustle, I could easily spot him. He was tall and muscular with a kind of face with a look of confidence that stopped you in your tracks. I thought he must have got used to the sudden pause of a person’s natural expression whenever they looked his way. He was undoubtedly handsome.
He walked around the reception area with a smile on his face and then entered the branch manager’s cabin. I was convinced that with his appearance, one of gentle intelligence, he would be either the branch manager or some senior executive.
But I saw him standing near the door, now in a uniform and saluted me as soon as I came out!