Give in
I looked at Miguel and tried to ask what was wrong with him discreetly but he didn't look at me.
Owen looked quite different from other days, he was talking more and he sounded like he got much more free than he did before but I simply ignored it. I felt he was that way because of how well we related the last time we saw.
"What are you doing here Mr Owen"?
"Isn't that kind of harsh? You won't even offer me a sit"?
"Ohh, please... Pardon my manners, my mind is not really stable right now. Miguel, let's talk later okay".
I went close to his ear and said in an ordering way.
"Go home".
He nodded like a little child and walked out. I looked at the door where he just left through and suddenly, it just dawned on me.
'What is this? Why does he smell differently'?
I said in my mind.
I was getting pretty good at this supernatural stuff and one thing I was good at was detecting people's smell, emotions, and heartbeats.