A look of concern crosses his face as he angles his body in the same way as mine.
"I um, I want you to stop paying me" I stutter quietly, there is a heavy silence that fills the room as I wait for his reaction. He blinks quickly and narrows his eyebrows in confusion.
"Why?" He seems to be genuinely surprised by what I've just said. I can't help but smile softly, I sometimes smile when I'm nervous.
"Well it's just that, you started paying me because this wasn't like a real thing. But now that it's become real I don't feel comfortable being paid for it. I don't know, it feels weird..." I wish I had written myself a script or even got some topic statements in my head before I started this conversation. At the moment I sound like a weak little kid trying to explain why I didn't do my hom
