“This is why you decided to go to law school?” he asked, striding toward me until we were only inches apart. I stepped away under the guise of needing room to slip into my coat. I wasn’t strong enough to handle being so close, yet. Not while sober at least. “Yeah. She tried to do both for a while, but all areas were suffering because of it. So now, I tackle the courtroom, and she spends her time laying groundwork.” He gripped my elbow, moving in close again, this time making sure I couldn’t escape. “Thank you, again. For this,” he gestured around us, “and for letting me back in. Thank you.”
