Troy pulled me into a hug when I started crying. I had no idea if he was startled or not but all I could think of as of the moment was to control myself and stop crying. Showing my real vulnerable self to this person was a bad idea. Thus, after gathering myself back, I pushed him away.
“Sorry for that. I am fine now, thank you,” I chuckled. “It was all because of a bad dream. Anyway, how did your meeting go?”
Troy seemed to not believe my words as he gave me an unsure look. But since I gave him a confident smile, he leaned back on the seat and held the bridge of his nose. It looked like he was stressed out back there.
“It did go quite well but it still needed some more time for discussion.”
Wiping off the tears that dampened my cheeks, I asked another question.
“But why are you meetin
