Addison looked up to see none other than William Hartman standing before her. The mere sight of him rendered her speechless, unable to formulate a coherent sentence.
“Well then, I guess it’s nice to see you, too,” he said. William eyed the empty chair.
“May I sit?”
She glanced over at the seat, still unsure what to say. William took the seat, propping one knee on the other. “It’s okay,” he told her. “I don’t mind conversing with myself. You see the thing is, I got your letter,” he added, twisting his lips. “And to tell you the truth, I didn’t much care for it.”
Addison frowned and traced her finger around the lid of her coffee cup. So, he’s going to play it this way. Nice. She looked up. “I wasn’t aware I had asked your opinion on the matter.”
So, he’s going to play it this way. Nice
