Damien looked at him and raised his eyebrows. “A bit of a personal question to be asking me… and to call me young man, when you dont look much older…”
“What? Really? You don’t appear as old as I am… I’m thirty-five myself.” Carlos knew the greying hair at his temples did make him look distinguished, but come on… with that, the slight bags under his eyes, and his body type? He wasn’t surprised when people mistook him for older, really.
Was this gentleman his own age? Because he looked younger than that, Carlos had thought.
The Perfect Scientist 