I am about to close the door after signing the form when some sort of a pine scent enthralled me. Could this be....?
“Can you help me move the materials inside?” I ask the boy. He simply gives me a nod, not even making eye contact, keep it really hard to not raising his head. I wonder why....
“Thank you. What’s your name, if I may know?” I ask him once he is finish, taking an entirely fifteen minutes. Instead of answering, however, he chooses to ignore me. Perhaps I am coming up to strong, not to mention after being left with no choice but to only watch him move slowly for the past quarter hour. So I try a different approach.
“Here’s your tip, by the way.” I deliberately hold the money at the line of my shoulder, so that he is forced to look up at me. There is something different about
