Who He Really Is
Nate saw Polaris stared blankly at the plants he just watered near his office desk. He arrived earlier than what was scheduled, but he let Nate do his things and agreed just to stay there while waiting for his scheduled consultation hours. Nate glanced at his watch, and it was almost time. Nate put down his water spray above the cabinet on a corner and sat down in his chair.
“Among the stories you have written, what was the book you feel the most attached to you?” Nate asked him.
Polaris woke up from his deep thoughts and turned his head to Nate. His eyebrows furrowed, and his lips went sideward, trying to think about an answer.
“If I were to choose, it would be my first book,” he answered.
“The Bombing Case At Greenville Street?” Nate asked him.
He nodded his head a
