~Xyana~
Stepping into Gaston's office, I notice him looking so stressed out with his face buried in his palms. I feel my heart ache for seeing him like this.
I fight the urge to circle his desk and pull him into a hug while telling him everything will be okay. But I know that would seem rather inappropriate and it might throw him off.
“Please sit,” he says, letting out an exhausted breath.
I take a seat quietly and wait for him to speak. After what seemed like a minute or more of silence, I decided to start up the conversation.
"What is going on, Gaston? What is this big secret everyone seems to know but me?"
“I’m sorry, Xyana," he finally speaks. "Unfortunately, I'm really not in the right position to speak to you about any of this." He says calmly, worry flashing in his eyes.
