Dylan
Oh my Gods! There is absolutely no way that this man is Mr. Winters. I couldn’t understand how or why he would have been out here with all of these other people just waiting for me. I was sure that this was a mistake on my part somehow.
The man who was still standing in front of me with his hand outstretched was looking at me in a way that made me feel inconsequential, to say the least.
“Awestruck I see. Maybe this is why we keep you holed up in some secret location,” he chastised, all the while still holding his hand out for me to eventually shake it, grab it, something.
It was like my brain didn’t work or something. Glancing from his outstretched hand to his face, and then back again was the only thing I could do.
Giving me one of the most mischievous smiles I’ve ever seen,
