Inhale

“Mr. Stilinski.” Mister?I didn’t know it was this formal around here. If I knew, I would’ve definitely packed my black suit with me.“Mr. Hale will see you now. Please do follow me,” she smiles politely before she walks past me and I follow her lead as if a dog on leash.Her heels click against the tiled floor, and I can’t help it but to peek at her behind. Just for a slight second.“You’ll have ten minutes,” she opens a door and nods, which I assume was some sort of gesture for me to enter. And doing so, I tilt my gaze up from the floor freeze by the sight of the tall man.He’s standing in front of the fireplace; his back facing me and hand holding around his wrist.I gulp and I walk slowly, but apparently one step was enough for him to turn around. I meet his hazel eyes, and he blinks as if surprised.“Good afternoon."