Charlotte
Johnny was standing with his back straight as a rod as we waited for Nathan downstairs. He looked like he would rather be anywhere but here. “Are you okay?” I ask and he shrugs
“Mr. Harold makes me uncomfortable” He explains “Good thing I am not wearing shorts today” He straightens his casual white shirt which he had paired with black and white pinstripe pants.
“Yeah. He has that effect on people” I say and Johnny looked at me the same question that has been brimming in his eyes for the past half hour. I was not answering unless he asked and I really hoped he was not going to ask because the answer I had prepared was not the most believable.
When he realized that I would not answer his unspoken question unless he voiced it out, he sighed then cleared his throat meaningfully.
