Looking at his furniture I took note that everything was in a dark wood, a large desk in the corner of the massive room which had a slim-line laptop on it as well as number of sheets of paperwork. It was clear he used his room as his office as well, my eyes continuing to take in the room in front of me as I continued to feel his curious and intent gaze on me. Again it didn’t bother me; strangely it actually made me feel kind of safe.
I suddenly couldn’t help but smile when I saw that he had a large flower sitting on the windowsill in his room, my eyes trained on the bright yellow petals as I did so. I couldn’t help but tilt my head to the side as I continued to take it in, my fingers twitching with the urge to touch it but I didn’t dare. He may have been unusually kind to me so far, but
