His eyes were different. They troubled my spirit and I knew our current situation was more than mere coincidence. He wanted something from me. Monty must have sensed something because he reached for me again. I gave him my hands.
Time brings on a change.
As we talked, he kept touching me, as if he needed reassurance that I was actually standing in front of him. Luckily the chicken burrito finally shut up and I could relax my cheeks. Gas always seemed to come up at the wrong moment. I'm majoring in Communications. It's Marketing for me.