Topaz was somehow relieved that Jethro seemed to be a nice guy. She was a bit worried about bringing a man to her apartment. But she wronged him twice, and he happened to save his life. She owes Jethro.
And Jethro seemed charming. He was delightful. She felt at ease with him.
Jethro felt weird about the situation. It was like Topaz was interested in knowing him. Knowing the man who pulled her from danger.
And here he was, listening to the girl he once knew tell things about herself, introduce herself to him, a stranger, someone she just knew.
And Jethro was listening to Topaz, similar to how she listened to her back then.
She made him coffee, and it was the same coffee that she had offered him back then.
“So, you are taking up what?” Topaz asked.
“What do you mean?” He asked.
Topaz
