III. Daydreaming
Andres returned to his usual jovial tone as he stated, “Enough of this heaviness. How are you feeling today? I suspect that something other than Ehmen is bothering you.”
“Ha, I’m fine. It’s amazing, you worry more than me,” Osmond said. He almost made the mistake of letting out a sigh in front of Andres.
“That picture of Sofia and Benoit. I know how much they mean to you. Perhaps you’d like to discuss them?”
Ignoring the question, Osmond rose from his chair to pace around the room. His eyes were locked to the tiles of the room, only looking up to avoid tables and shelves in the way.
“You seem nervous, Dr. Diaz.”
Osmond’s eye contact froze on the computer screen, “I told you not to call me that at least a hundred times now. Osmond, Ozzie, whatever - just not Dr. Diaz.
