30 Ridiculous acute precision

I was not sure how long we gazed at each other. Although his eyes were still piercing me, I felt less observed because I was not putting up a resistance to his wolfish eyes. This was the first time I was looking at someone without keeping a guarded expression. I must have looked into the depths of his eyes; its lushness had amazed me greatly. There was no depth into the vortex of his deep-set, wolfish eyes.

He had found some calm by looking at me. I became more relaxed when I saw him calm down. This moment of mutuality came to an end thereafter.

"Now, tell me about your day." He said, sounding more cheerful.

I saw that when he spoke light-heartedly, he actually looked quite attractive. It must have been the change in his facial expression.

"A friend of mine visited in the morning. I went for a walk in the afternoon at the boulevard, and dropped by the public library." I said.

That pretty much summarized my whole day. I omitted my piano-playing and the organization of the concert. I was not trying to be dishonest, but how much should I disclose which would be of interest to him? Furthermore was it not a private matter which I was not obliged to tell in the first place?

"Anything else?" He asked.

"Nothing notable worth mentioning. I had a rather bland dinner of canned mushroom soup with some hard, stale bread. I had rushed through my dinner to arrive here on time." I said.

"You must have been really busy today. I hope that it was a productive day?" He asked.

"Yes, I was helping the librarian, who is a friend of mine. I did not realize that time whizzed by." I said.

"I had a tasteless dinner myself. Mind you, nothing canned, but a home-delivery pizza from the Italian joint down the road." He said.

He mentioned that the pizza was soggy by the time he ate it. I then said that pizzas should always be eaten immediately, and he shrugged, saying that he had work to do, and he got carried away. First thing in the morning he had worked from home and started on a proposal for the company. But his mind was muddled up and he was unable to finish it, try as he might. Fed up, he took a long walk down the boulevard in the afternoon, only to continue on the proposal a few hours later.

"I get so wrought up over work, I can't think straight and the deadline is due tomorrow noon. I'm pretty sure the shareholders are going to vote against me. I've given up trying." He said.

There was a resignation in the tone of his voice. He did not look at me but through the glass panels to the balcony, aiming at that speck of light over the horizon, which he never doubted was his company.

Such ridiculous acute precision, I thought.

"Did you at least relax a little when you walked down the boulevard?" I asked then, changing the subject.

"I did manage to relax. A tour guide called Lila had enthusiastically recommended that I walk further down the boulevard and to the nature reserve. Plus in her tourist guide, she rated it an eight in terms of emptiness, having decided for herself that I was antisocial." He said.

He winked at me.

He added words which I did not say, but had implied.

"It was quite empty, was it not? No crowd, just the way you like it?" I asked.

"Just the way I like it." He said.

"Peaceful with beautiful views, no?" I asked.

He nodded.

"And I gained much more than which meets the eye." He said.

There was a brazen smile on his lips.