One morning...

Its an unusually warm day. He has been up late the previous night watching a murder thriller but manages to drag himself out of bed and makes his way to the tennis courts. As the sun beats down on the players, he feels good to be able to get back to playing tennis after a 4 week hiatus caused by an injury. He finishes his coaching session and starts to walk back home. About 300 metres in his journey and he hears someone call him. He turns around to see an old man in his fifties hailing him 'good morning' and strikes a conversation with him. The old man asks him if he works here and he replies in the affirmative. Then the old man asks him if he is looking for an apartment as he has a place to let and he replies in the negative saying that if someone he knows wants it, he would direct him to the old man. The old man then asks him if he is Indian and when he says yes, the old man says Indian boys are very nice. They continue walking. The old man then asks him if he stays with someone and he says that he stays alone and the old man says that he stays alone too.

The old man suddenly stops and asks him if he wanted to go to his place and have a drink with him with a smile on his face bordering on the leering. The young man is taken aback for a moment because the old man's face has suddenly changed into something he had not seen before, he politely declines and walks away.