7: Chance With The Bears

BLAIR

“Stay calm.”

Mikayla gives me her ‘don't play with me’ looks as she utters that command.

Not having anything better to say, and not really wanting to push her. I pout and nod slowly.

He watches me for a second more before turning and heading to the door.

I hold my breath when I hear the sound of the lock disengaging and her pulling the door open.

The man, who in all honesty, I didn’t expect to come back or listen to us, walks in.

He is wearing a suit, navy blue and a white dress shirt. His hair is combed back, somehow making his eyes look brighter than they already are.

He nods in acknowledgment when he sees me and I just stare at him dumbly.

I really don’t know what to tell him.

I have no idea why he is here. Wait, I do. But I don’t want him to be.

I need more time to stew and think this over. But Mikayla and Sasha both insisted it is best I speak to him and get this out of the way.

He takes the seat on the other side of the room, where he is facing me. I deftly turn away, cros