The Life of Windsire, Chapter 8: Love?
The moment passed, and ankit stood up, looking for his robe in the ruins that the room had become.
The Life of Windsire, Chapter 7: A Convenient Outlet
"heh, you didn't tell us everything, did you, ankit?"
The Coach
"my name is actually 'ankit'," replied the mailman bashfully. "my boss just insists on calling me 'andy'." brysen sighed and shook his head. "talk about whitewashing. sorry about that, ankit.
After Hours
Frank, terry, ankit, and vance had finished their normal times by then and were most likely gone by that hour. there was no one else he could think of who would even do this as a joke.