“Thane wait” I call out, watching him stand.
He blows past me, the wind crossing over, as he storms off, walking out on me.The tides take a turn. From something good, to shame, and now, a gross fright that sinks in, hearing him slam the door rashly.My heart quivers while I sink back in. Hissing out, I know I never said the wrong things, but rightly so, knew it wouldn't sit well with him.“Give him sometime dear” Samuel says, sinking back in. “He'd be fine” he assumes.Nodding, I wish to accept, it will get there. But if I could, I'd rather take my words back, making a run for it, when their eyes had caught me onto a hard place.“So what's your job description ?“ Samuel questions, while gliding through his phone.He wears a nonchalant look, having no care his best friend has stormed off, visibly annoyed, certainly crashing out.“I'm his personal assistant” I reply, slumping back into the sofa.My stoma
