At last, unable to contain myself, I dashed out the door intending to confront him. Even with the damp fog chilling my arms, I was hot and out of breath when I reached him.
"Good afternoon, Cassandra," he said as I approached.
"Nathan." I nodded to him, trying to keep my perspective about me.
"It's probably too cold for a sundress today, you should be in jeans." He observed the way I was dressed, and how I’d begun to shiver.
Did he want me to laugh at his joke? He didn't indicate so by his expression.
"Listen, I've got to know some things."
"Oh? And what are those?"
"Like who you are."
He looked at me not at all surprised by the question, though I didn't expect anything different. I think I could have told him that the world was blowing up in ten seconds and he wouldn't have
