"There will come a time when we must get rid of a vehicle or any gadget because they have tapped into it." Seven motioned for me to sit on the couch adjacent to his.
I obeyed, my mind circling his tone when he said we needed to talk.
One thing I learned in life
Is that if you are keeping secrets, you'd be on alert and restless every time someone says, 'we need to talk.'
My heart pounded along with my pulse. I was barely listening to Seven talked about the new device he had experimented with.
"What did you want to talk about?" I voiced out, getting impatient. Seven turned to me, his expression grim.
I watched him cross his legs, slowly recovering from being paralyzed after waking up from his coma.
Seven narrowed his gaze at me, scrutinizing my expression, posture, and body language. He was good at reading people, and I used to think it was pretty impressive.
