83: Getting my fingers dirty

I got up immediately he walked in. I was expecting us to be led somewhere else but he motioned for me to sit while he took a seat too.

The whole thing felt very formal, and it revealed to me how much of strangers we still were even though we had a number of encounters in the past.

I cleared my throat as I watched him take a call across the room, wasn't he too busy for this?

It still felt like too much of a dream to have his attention like this and to be able to hold it, I didn't know whatever was responsible for this change, but I wanted to keep it up and see where things go at least.

I studied his stoic face as he walked back to sit down, thinking of all the times his stern face had been unfeeling and brutal toward me, and all the looks he gave me in anger and irritation. Looking ar him right now, I struggled to reconcile the image of the two personalities but I failed. I thought about All the times that I had gotten the lesser deal of his generosity, it led me to my very first qu