Khauf Muhabbet

he  was  around  twenty  , a  man  of  good  looks, long  lanky  golden blonde hair  hanging  loosely  over  his  shoulders, , in new  york    at, bus  terminal he  entered  looking  around  with  searching  eyes,  rather nervously  , he  waited  in queue  to  get  a  ticket  to  atlanta  city, but  because  he  was  engrossed  in  faces  the  man at  the  counter  almost  raised  his  voice  to  ask  him to  get  his  ticket  as  the  young man  stared  at  a  boy  in the  corner