Stories at the Crossroad. (completed)
Suit cleared his throat and straightened his jacket with a calm visage and stared at Anderson with an almost childlike anticipating look in his eyes.
“Once upon a tim…” Anderson had no idea what was about to happen, but e could only start and figure things out as they came.
“What are you doing?” Suit looked at him as if he was dumb, cutting him off from his ‘story telling’. Anderson who was now quiet was beginning to have a bad feeling. “No, no, no, no no, dear boy. That is not how this works. I give you the setting of the story, you tell me your side of it, then you survive what I throw at you. I told you. I’m feeling improv.” Suit was almost laughing at Anderson. “Well, calm down first.” A