I am standing on the other side of the station. I was told about him, or should I say warned. I was wondering when he was going to show up.
"I am sorry about your uncle," I say and he laughs.
It a sarcastic laugh and then he makes a move to come to my side and I circle the table. He stops and then, "are you scared of me or something?"
"Why would you think I am scared of you?" I ask him and he waves his hand between the spaces between us.
"You cannot blame me for wanting to keep my distance. I like my space," I refer to the distance.
"Or maybe you have heard something about me and you are playing it safe," he says and I stand hands on the station table.
"I am not, unless I should be," I say and then he laughs again.
"You are cunning, I will give you that. But right now is not the time to play safe, because you know I blame you for the death of my uncle, the only family I had in this world."
