He walked in and called my name. I was a bit startled. I did not want to raise my field of vision.
He asked: "Aren't you going to look at me?"
I wanted to stay focused, fingers pressed on paper and moving. I felt like making an impression...I was going to be solid... I thought: why? It was, after all, the perfect moment to express.
I looked up, gently. He stood there, staring.