Javier was taken aback. "Yes,"
"Why did you decide to call me my name all of a sudden?" she asked. "I thought you don't like to be remembered of your late wife."
"I figure there's no need to call you by a name you don't like," he said, his voice calm and steady as he began to walk past her.
"When have you started to care about what I like?" she said. "Two months ago, you almost killed me,"
"Do you want to take a look at the rooms alone or should I go with you?" he asked, his voice casual, completely ignoring her previous remark. He stopped a few steps ahead and turned slightly, casting a glance over his shoulder.
She approached him. "Before looking at the rooms, tell me why you want me to draw the house?" She clasped her hands behind her back, fingers interwoven.
"I want you to draw the memories of the house," he said. "Put your creative thoughts into it."
Memories? Why is he asking her to do it? Why can't he ask someone else?