"I'm sorry. I just thought that it was the best way to address my boss." I rant. I don't even know where I got the bravery to mumble that.
He looks away for a minute, still not letting go of my hand.
"I don't know who has a memory disorder between you and me, but I think I recollect ordering you to drop the sir. Am I right?" He questions, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb, which I'm sure he doesn't know he is doing. I nod my head in response to his question. "It's Andy, for you." He adds.
"Okay." I say.
"Okay...?" He quizzes.
"Okay, Andy!" I state.
"Good." He releases my hand, and I go to pour him coffee, after which I settle back on my stool next to him, but I keep my eyes away from him. I don't know whether he still wants to strangle me or if he has let the matter go. T
