~ Chloe ~
“It is really unlike you to visit.” Cole took a seat on the couch opposite mine. “Come on now, spill it. What's wrong?”
“This calls for a drink.” My voice expressed the medley of fatigue and vexation in me.
“Strong or mild?”
“Non-alcoholic, but strong.”
The side of his lips hitched a little as he rang for a worker, who rushed over, nodding as he told her what to do.
The female worker left, returning with two glasses of a drink, dropping one each on the table in front of us.
“Alright, you've got the drink. Now explain.” He lifted his glass, sipping from it with a nose scrunch, while I did as I'd wanted to.
I explained as much as was necessary about me and Dale (removing anything that had to do with us getting intimately involved, and the effect of his touches.)
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