He looked at where I was looking and stared back at me. “Did he say or do anything wrong?” he asked coldly.
I was taken aback by his question. “Huh?”
“Ben.” He gave me a tersely worded reply. I shivered at his coldness.
“No, no, it was just awkward. Uhm, he is too comfortable for my liking. It was funny, actually, only if it wasn’t directed at me. And he drains people’s energy with his blabbering,” I laughed.
“You sure?” Fritz asked skeptically.
“Yeah, of course, if he said or did something I didn’t like, you would know it. I don’t let things like that slide,” I winked at him.
He suddenly fumbled his hair and smiled shyly.
“Okay, let’s go.”
We went to the office, passing by the emergency exit.
Upon reaching his desk, Fritz told me to wait there. He went back with a bottle of wi
