Mish's POV
I'm not sure what they spoke about but when Wes reenters his different, solemn.
I finish off my remaining paperwork in silence, Mary from 'Cultivating dinners' being my saving grace.
But once I'm finished and look up, I find Wes doing nothing more than staring at the wall, his expression concerned and ... and sad?
"Wes?" I call once, twice … three times, but when he doesn't hear me I approach him instead.
"Wes" I call again as I get closer but it's not until my skin touches his that he responds, looking up at me as my hand skims his cheek.
"Mish" he whispers, hands tracing up my legs before landing comfortably on my thighs.
"Are you okay?" I ask softly, hand moving up to twirl through his hair.
"Mmmmm" he replies, not boosting my confidence whatsoever.
"We need to talk"
