Daniel literally flinched at the vehemence in my voice. He didn’t see it coming. He flinched and withdrew his hand from my arm as if the entirety of my hand was hot fire.
“I’m sorry. I just got over excited.” He said after a beat of silence had gone by, surprising me for the second time today. “I will help you arrange the boxes. We can talk as we do that, right?”
I said nothing, instead I watched, stupefied, as he opened one of the cartons—he didn’t wait for a reply from me—and brought out a product.
“Where should this go?”
A good question that will retrieve an answer from me, because there was no way I would allow him to give me double work by not shelving properly.
“Put it under that area. Others like it go on the same row. You know what I mean?”
Daniel released a nervous laugh
