"Your name is Arsenio de Jansen, and that was your brother?"
"Yes, my name is Arsenio de Jansen, and he is my brother. Nice to meet you."
I'm nervous at the moment, even responding to his question very quickly.
"So, Young Master der Jansen, you..."
Before he could complete his sentence, I sat down quickly in the chair they provided in this room. I sat down before he could finish his sentence, and sat across from him, one a man, and one an old woman. The distance between me and them is separated by this thick wooden table so that I can only see half of their bodies. From plate to toe, I can't see them, and neither do they. That's why I hope they don't realize I'm nervous right now.
I'm looking forward to that, at this table.
"Um... So-"
"Yes, what?"
I responded quickly, thus reproaching his unfinished sentence.
