My stomach tightened at this sudden revelation and change.
Why was there a sudden change in his voice, his countenance, and body language? He spoke as if we were enemies... We were, but the tension was lesser a few minutes ago, so what snapped? What took us back to that state? What rid him of his usual cheerful self?
“You do not ‘own’ this place. This is still a partnership, right?”
He remained silent.
“Right?” I repeated.
Again, he remained silent.
“Are you going to talk to me, or are we going to act like strangers?” I demanded, taking hold of his arm, so he stopped walking.
He turned to me, a flare which I wasn’t used to appearing in his eyes. I let go of his wrist, but he doesn’t walk away. He stood facing me, ready to talk.
Though I would have appreciated it if we had done the
