President Fatah Saves the Escape

Here Goes Me

A rather awkward silence prevailed, amplified by hands and eyes looking for everything except one thing to lock on to and interact with.

Despite my usual self, I’d yet again found myself feeling uncomfortable in silence. A state I thrived in. The last time I’d felt this way was with Luciano right after I’d pretty much flipped off President Nawab of Zephyria .

Then I felt uncomfortable and tense because I sensed I was about to be told things I didn’t want to hear. Things that didn’t sit well at all with me. Things I didn’t want to realize.

However, this time was different yet just the same in the amount of discomfort it gave me. I can’t remember how many times I’d thought of walking right out of the room but I imagined quite vividly how much more awkward that would make things when I inevitably met again with this person.

With my eyes trying and failing to read the contents of a magazine I’d forced into my face, I gulped as I finally amassed enough courage to take a peek at the woman s