You glance back at Robin and casually ask, “Why
are you writing in that notebook?”
Robin doesn’t cease in his scrawling, but a
blush does rise to his cheeks. “I’m
taking notes. I’ve always been an
excellent note-taker.”
“I’m sure you have. What kind of notes are you taking?” It seems like the sort of thing that might be
relevant in a group therapy session, after all.
The blush deepens, and the pen stills. “Just about . . . you know . . . the
meeting. The people here. I collect data.” He looks down at the notepad sitting in your
lap. “I’m not all that different than
you, if you think about it.”
A.)
If you concede the point and use this to forge
a connection, click HERE.
B.)
If you deny the point and insist this is part
of your job, click HERE.
Hi. This is a cute post, and at the end I even got to choose the next scene. I'm reminded of the mg books where you pick your own adventures.
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