My eyes are fixed on the table but like something is willing me to look up. My head lifts and my eyes meet his.
“My pretty little Julia.” He says softly.
The deep timbre of his voice fills my head up.
“I am not an asshole. I am worse.” He says.
There is a tinge of sadness in his tone. It sounds like sadness, resignation and defeat.
Whatever it is he has given up to it.
“Oh.” I say. I plaster a smile and finish up my food with quick bit bites.
Once I am done I grab the glass of water and drink for moisture.
“If you look at it my way we are kind of brothers...” I say.
He looks at me questioningly.
“I mean. Engineering and architecture.” I say.
“We draw the building with our ideas and put it on paper. You build and bring the ideas to life. We work hand in hand. Like a perfe
