"I'm sorry about last time"
I winced when he started a conversation. It was usually me, that began one.
He sensed my nervousness and remarked,
"I know, I see it too. But I like the new me"
It freaked me out when he read my mind without a mistake.
"How is your project going?"
"It's canceled"
Silence.
I turned my head to meet his gaze. He was driving, with the silly old suit and tie he wore to the office. Seeing it, I sighed,
"What change? Still in that old fashion?"
I tugged at his collar and pulled it down, then clicked my tongue,
"You know, you look the worst in this, yet that is the only thing you wear to meetings"
He smiled, and bit his lip,
I noticed it,
"What?"
He shrugged,
"You know, that's the first time you nagged at me today?"
The way he asked me, brought shive
