DEREK:
“So what is it you want?” he has his arms folded below his chest when he asks that. This was after a while of probable contemplation from him.
I take my time into putting together the words that intend to say to him. Not that I could not gather my thoughts together — I already have — but I do not want to make him look at me weirdly, especially when I utter some of the things that I as well would not find really impressive to talk about.
“I need your help with Layla,” I announce, earning a much deeper frown from him.
“Layla? What do you want to do with her? And why do you need my help? Is there something that I need to know first?”
“Slow down,” I say, “You’re asking too many questions at the same time.”
“Just tell me what I need to know because I wonder why you would demand I h
