- Eric William Miller -
It had been almost thirty minutes that Nick, Steve and I were at the restaurant, having meals. The whole conversation was about work and some other stuff. But then during the whole time Nick seemed like he wasn’t like himself, mad and furious. Also he looked like he had something to say to me about.
“Oh gosh! f**k this. I can’t sit here anymore,” Nick vented his rage and despair, throwing folks on the table. Then he was trying to walk out from the table. I was shocked when he did that, I rarely saw that side of him.
“Nick, sit down!,” Steve commanded him, then Nick sat down on his chair again. His voice was full of authority and command. I never saw him speaking like that before, I didn’t even imagine it. He had been the sweetest, gentleman I had seen before.
