Kendell Marano Parker.
He's now standing, with his unfun laughter echoing around the room.
He's nervous.
It's nothing new, right?
He stops and stares at me now, Lord help me.
I see his chest going up and down, he was sighing, God want this sigh to make him not roar.
- And what was your answer? - he asks, and it was notorious his attempt to maintain his tone of polite voice.
- Well, nothing. - I answer and he keeps watching me carefully. - The director said his secretary would contact me. - I answer and he sighs, and it's not one of relief, it's more of frustration, and his hand goes through his hair, still keeping his gaze on me.
- Since when have you met? - He asks and we're ready to go back to square one.
- Well, I'm not famous or anything. Where would I get to know him from? -
