"So, how can I help you, Miss…" Ross began, settling into a chair. The room was noticeably smaller than the one outside, but he didn't mind.
With a glass of wine in hand, he took a slow sip, his gaze steady on Ren, waiting for her to respond.
Ren slid into the chair opposite him, the small table between them acting as a fragile barrier.
"Ren. My name is Ren Hirose. But just call me Ren," she said evenly.
Ross gave a curt nod, his lips still pressed to the rim of his glass. A brief silence stretched before Ren continued.
"I need your help. My family is t—" She launched into her story, her words unraveling the details of her life. It took her nearly ten minutes to get through it all.
Throughout, Ross remained silent, nodding occasionally and taking measured sips from his wine. He let her finish without interruption.