So, what is this? Are we going to stare at each other the entire day like this? Is this what he wanted to say? “I am still waiting to hear what we have to talk about, Robby,” I say, breaking the silence and making him blink for the first time in a decade. “I have things to take care of, so kindly be quick about this,” I add.
He shifts his posture and clears his throat before speaking, “I want to help you, Ayana. I can get you out of this mess.”
He is back into this?
He takes a step closer, and I take one back, throwing him a warning glance that stops him in his tracks. “I appreciate your concern, Robby, but I can fight my own battles. I will handle this. You don’t have to do anything,” I say boldly.
He dips his hands in his pocket, towering a short distance before me. “I want to help.
