He keeps an eye on me the whole way over to the little cafe, as if expecting me to suddenly turn on him and attack. And maybe that's not such a bad thing - a little paranoia can be healthy. Too much, however, and things go bad.
Real bad.
I sit down across from him and notice that he already knows this place well enough to not need the menu. He recommends the curry, so I order one for each of us. Now maybe we can get down to business.
"So, is there a specific reason you don't want to stand out?" I try gently. "Something you're afraid of, maybe?"
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Date: 2012-05-01 10:49 pm (UTC)Real bad.
I sit down across from him and notice that he already knows this place well enough to not need the menu. He recommends the curry, so I order one for each of us. Now maybe we can get down to business.
"So, is there a specific reason you don't want to stand out?" I try gently. "Something you're afraid of, maybe?"