Raizel
“She is looking at you.” James told me, looking in the other direction, standing with me while looking at Faye, smiling and waving at her as I stood unaffected holding my cup of coffee. “Why am I here in the first place?” I asked, taking a sip. “I have got work to do.” Muttering, I didn’t bother to glance at her.
“You are here to observe how she reacts.” he told me sternly, not letting me leave, “See the way she looks at you, nervousness, distressed.” His voice was chirpy and I had no idea why.
“And what does it imply?” I asked calmly. “Means it left an impact!” He beamed in a whisper-like tone, “If it truly didn’t matter as she claims then your confession wouldn’t matter but look at her, her expressions show your words are afflicting her deeply. This shows a difference.” He ins
