“Hi, everything okay?”, I asked, slowing down for him to catch up.
“Yea, do you have a minute?”, he asked.
“Sure, should I get my gloves?”, I asked, walking back towards the room since he that requested my moment had barely moved 3 steps from the door way.
“No need, I got us some.”, he mused.
“I like them always prepared.”, I teased with a wink, stepping into the room after him. The one time I had offered to help him with something, he’d told me he did not have the kinds of gloves to protect royal hands from the bruises of servants’ work and I had promised him that I would get myself a perfect pair.
“Let me be the one to offer you a seat in your own space.”, he said, carrying one of the crates he’d assembled to make me a stool near the door.
“Thank you.”, I said.
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