thomas
Cecília has been strange since our lunch two days ago. Silent, not looking me in the eye, distant. It was everything I expected from her before I met her, but now I find it strange. Despite being sweet and shy at times, normally she makes a point of challenging me, of showing petulance when she gets angry with me, but now she is indifferent and uninterested. I talk to her and the girl just agrees and answers only what I ask, without extending. When he arrives, he sticks his face in his books and doesn't come out until bedtime. I'm curious to know what made her like this.
'Mr Thomas?' I hear the voice in the distance and lift my chin, looking toward the door. 'Mr Thomas?'
“I'm listening,” I say airily, finally focusing on the secretary who works for me here at the New York branch.
