'It doesn't matter, George. Just leave, please.' I said.
'Fine fine, I'll leave.' He stood up, took one last look at me and left.
I wished I hadn't visited George that day, or at the very least, I wished I had visited with someone, so that everything that had happened wouldn't have.
I stood up and began putting my clothes on, but not without looking around to make sure George was not anywhere, looking at me.
When I finished putting on my clothes, I cleared my throat loudly and George suddenly appeared from behind the door I had pointed to earlier. He had changed his clothes too and looked like he was going somewhere.
'You look different.' I pointed out. It wasn't my business and I knew I should have been angry with him but I could not help but talk about his outfit.
'I know. I'm going to see Grace. She should be calm by the time I get to her.' He smiled and buried his hand in his pocket.
