I don't know, for the life of me, what we could even talk about but there is an urgency in him, as he closes himself into my space, staring down at me intensely. He looks simmering in his grey vest, layered with a black dress shirt. His longish black hair is tucked and curved back, slightly windswept and there is a wild look in his eyes. He huffs in a breath before he opens his mouth to talk again
"We need to talk." He repeats, this time with stress in his syllabus and I sharpen my look at him.
"Do we? I was thinking exactly that."