Aiden.
Emily’s morning arrival reveals exhaustion, making me wonder if she slept.
“Morning, Miss Anderson,” I say with a smile and a touch of amusement.
“Good morning, Mr Davis, her voice filled with its usual cheerfulness.
Positioned next to my desk, she tightly holds the yellow folder I left at her house last night. Her acceptance caught me off guard, but I’m thankful for it.
“I have signed the document,” she states, setting the folder down before stepping away.
“But I can’t help having anxiety about the family gatherings.”
Observing her, I tilt my head to the side. She has nothing to worry about. I inquire “Emily, what’s causing your worry?”
“Acting isn’t my strong suit,” she says, playing with her hair, “and I get anxiety when I’m around people. what if I end up giving the plan
