My privacy- I

 Brandon opened his mouth, shutter family, before opening it again, then repeated the same action because his mind had come to us, and he could not decide what to spout out.

"I, you.." Shit. " what are you doing here? Shouldn't you live on the upper east side?" 

While he had never been a resident of New York, it did not mean he did not know where he resided. The divide between the struggling and the well they were there and was quite visible. People like Killian would live where even the homeless would not show their face or would be removed from sight. 

"I was waiting for you." Killain answered. 

Perhaps I was one difference that was always going to remain between him and Killian. All his mind stopped working, Killian always had his thoughts, and his answers organized, ready to put forward what was needed where. 

It was a skill he envied. 

Skeptically, he took a step back as if knowing that Killian would attack him whenever he had received the chance. "What does that mean? Why are you waiting for me here?" 

Near my apartment, but Brandon left those words and said. If Killian did not know, he would not be an idiot to point it out. 

"You looked quite scared of us meeting in my building, I thought you might faint if I talk to you in front of everyone. So," he raised his hands before dropping them by his side, "here, I am." 

He came all the way here to talk? While Brandon may agree that he would have done anything to avoid Killian as long as possible in the office, even by jumping down the building if need be, he found it hard to believe that Killian actually put a thought into the situation and changed into coming another way. 

What am I supposed to say to him now? Thank you for coming? Should I talk to him? I don't want to talk to him… I have to talk to him, don't I? Otherwise, he's just going to keep standing there until I do.

Bran let out a little breath, something he wanted to keep unnoticed. "Okay, but you want to talk about it?" 

It was common. Now he was going to say his peace, Brandon would listen, then he would leave, and Brandon would go back to his apartment. Hopefully, all of this will be done by the time the rain starts pouring. 

The until now expressionless face yet equally handsome, changed into the arrogant one Bran was so used to seeing. Now, he appeared to be the classical he had known and encountered thus far. 

Kiran brought himself closer, walking slowly, as if knowing his prey was not going anywhere. "Why do you ask him that after waiting for you for almost 40 minutes, I'm going to leave after talking?" 

"What?!" 

Killian smiled, "I propose," 

Bran felt his heart drop. 

"We have a meal together."