“So I have a question to ask you. Or maybe more of um, a statement I suppose.”
He looked at me, waiting, a curious smile playing at his lips.
I forced myself to look at him despite every nerve telling my eyes to stare at my hands rubbing together. I hesitated, rethinking how I was going to word this. “Do you remember when you first saw me?”
“That sounds like a question, but yes I do. Why? Do ...
