We worked in what seemed to be a comfortable silence, but who knew with this guy. For all I knew, his facial expressions gave everything away, but it's not like I could just rip his hood off and call him out for it. Actually....
Amy, no.
My fingers had paused, hovering over the keyboard as I subconsciously thought over the idea. I shook it off and frowned at myself, wondering what was wrong with me. If he wants to wear the hood, it's his choice and his wish, like he said. I was about to start typing again, when I noticed Trey's hooded figure turn towards me.
"There's ten minutes left, I'm going to go grab some lunch." With that, he logged off and got out of his chair. I couldn't depict the expression I gave his back as he walked away. It wasn't much of anything, but it wasn't neutral ei
