Yeah, that was his alter ego

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Slowly raising her head from the glass, Diana gazed out of the window before the car stopped moving. They were caught in traffic.
Just as she looked up this time, her eyes got stuck on a particular sight by the roadside making her jaw drop for a moment. And as time went on, the frown of bewilderment etched on her face, only deepened.
'Was she seeing things now?, what's this?’

“My goodness…” she let out in a rasp before the car started moving again.

“Miss, are you alright?” The chauffeur asked, upon noticing her pale self from the mirror.

“Oh yeah. Yeah.”

“Alright. We will be reaching very soon.”

Diana barely nodded at him, still with a frown. ‘Perhaps she needs her sleep. Ha!’

A few minutes passed and she was soon trotting fast into her room while dialing a contact.
“Joe. Joe? Can you hear me?”

“Calm down. And yeah, I can hear you well. How are you?” Her fiance replied.

“Great. Where are you now?”

“At home” he replied after a light chuckle.

“Oh. Alright then. I must have been wrong”

“Are you alright, my dear?” Diana could clearly hear the confusion in his tone.
“Of course, goodnight.” She hung up quickly.

His response had somehow calmed down. Earlier in the traffic, she'd seen a young man selling out buns to people who passed by. He sold a bun to his last customer still donning a hat and a nose mask which later slipped off exposing his face; and to Diana's shock, it was her boyfriend. Or no, he looked so much like her Joe. From the height, hair to the face! But it was impossible to imagine Joe there. For goodness sake, how could she compare her Joe Weller of Anxion corporation to that roadside bun seller. The C.E.O for that matter. Ha!

Fews days passed and it was a Saturday Diana had chosen to have a stroll around the street.
She leisurely took her steps around the area from days ago before she paused. This guy again! How could he look so much like her boyfriend; it was the bun seller again, enthusiastically attending to a few mid schoolers . From his exposed eyes which appeared to be squinting, Diana could tell he was smiling, just like Joe would. She didn't know when or how but she was already calling his contact again, and from where she stood, she saw the bun seller pick up a call

“Hello, dear.”

This only made her lip twitch. “Where are you?” she asked while walking towards the tiny stall.

“I'm still outside. But I'll be heading back home very soon, okay? You're good?”

The bun seller raised his head upon feeling an odd presence before him and he glanced up only to find his girlfriend staring at him in shock.

“Hello” Diana spoke to her cellphone and it resounded from the one in the man's hand.

Joe was the bun seller.
The bun seller was Joe.

Diana could not comprehend and accept this truth.

But the man didn't even flinch, he only let out a sigh like he was tired.
Yeah, being a bun seller was his alter ego. He wouldn't call it a side hustle though, but this C.E.O needs his time too. After staring at so many papers in the office for hours, he'd head over to his small stall for two hours in the evening. He was a pro in making mouthwatering buns, and selling them out by the roadside (at ridiculously low price) sometimes, is what makes him feel alive. He enjoys seeing the enthusiasm and smile on his ’customers’ ’ faces, after eating his wonderful bun.
And the other night Diana called him, he was already at home and he was not lying.

'no Wonder he's so good at making pastries for her,' Diana thought on her shaky legs before she turned around, almost running back to wherever she's coming from.

Joe clicked his tongue with a deep look towards the direction she ran to. He has a long way to go in explaining to her; he was definitely going to tell her but it seems he'd been too late. This was him and if she can't accept this, God knows what might happen.

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