He's watching me and it's making me twitchy. I should be grateful that he's stopped pacing the (small) confines of the lift and stopped bitching about being trapped here. And I'm incredibly grateful that he decided not to clamber through the hatch because knowing his propensity for getting hurt the lift would probably have started moving, with him still on the roof.
I should be grateful for all of those things.
I'm not. Because for the last fifteen minutes he's just been sitting opposite me, watching me.
And smiling.
Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?
I should be grateful for all of those things.
I'm not. Because for the last fifteen minutes he's just been sitting opposite me, watching me.
And smiling.
Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?