You’re All that I Want
“When did you get here?” I asked.
In other words, how much did he hear just now?
“Since the ‘nice to meet you’ part,” Hayden replied before grinning at me.
Isn’t that like…right at the beginning? Great, so he heard everything.
“Did talking to my dead brother help you make up your mind?” Hayden asked and I wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic or not.
“Not really…” I mumbled in reply.
“Why did you come here?” he asked.
“That’s a really good question actually. I haven’t been sleeping well lately and somehow, I ended up driving here. What about you? You come here when you can’t sleep, right?” I said before smiling at him.
The atmosphere between us seemed to have settled down peacefully. I wondered if it was the same with Hayden. Was something troubling him again?
“Something like that,” he replied vaguely.
“Oh right. The building manager called me to pick up the painting that you left,” I said.