“Would you mind talking to me, while I work? I’d like to learn more about you. Not in an invasive way. I just… want to get to know you.” He smiles, his eyes glinting with understanding. “You want to study me.” “Get to know you.” He tilts his head, and I suddenly feel that I’m the one being studied, plastered to a petri dish and held up to a microscope. “We can do, or talk about, whatever you’d like, Ami.”
