Chapter FourClosing the door behind me, I turn to face him. He looks lost, standing in the middle of the room, eyeing the bed momentarily but not making a move either towards or away from it.
"Do you know why I came out and met you?" I ask.
“Because I suggested it?” He shrugs and puts his hands in his pockets. His eyes are fixed on the floor.
“You think I’m doing this as a favour to you? That you guilt-tripped me into it?” I feel my confidence grow in this newfound role.
He nods silently.
“Well you’re wrong,” I say, greeting his confused expression with a subtle smile. “I’m not a charity, and I’m here because I want to be, because I knew I’d enjoy this.”
He blinks a few times, frowning slightly and still refuses to make eye contact.
“You wrote that you want to experience, learn, mea
