Reminiscence

I duck out of the enclosure of his hands, watching his arms, muscular in their lengths go weak as his head droops,

Ignoring the hurt in his eyes, the pain in the slump of his shoulders was hard but I put a blank look on my face, put unconcern in the light steps of my feet as I make myself comfortable on the leather seats.

My eyes linger on his slumped frame, on the deep sighs exiting his mouth as he propped one hand on the door that I had just walked away from,

The other hand rests in his hair, running through it repeatedly, messing it up.

Pulling out my phone, I start on making reservation for the members of the PR of the department,

My eyes flicker between Simon form at the door, the deep breaths he took that shook his shoulders slightly and the phone in my hand,

For all my bravado, I was obviously affected by Simon’s words, made all the more evident by the fact that for the past five minutes, I had been unable to find the phone number of the restaurant I was to make a reserv