Something strange happens in my stomach at that. Good God, are those butterflies? No, no they’re not because there’s no way I could feel any sort of excitement around this man again. I’m simply mistaken because it’s been so long since I’ve felt butterflies. Six years to be exact. He stretches his hand out again for me to shake. “So, what do you say? For the sake of my house and your job, should we try to be friends?” Friends. I could laugh. Seems an impossible stretch from where we are now.
