DANA
I don't know what made him think that I'm an inspiration. I'm kind of feeling weird of the fact that he was saying that to my face, without reservation and shyness. It was like being suddenly held down by the face and forced to look and confront the truth. It was something I don't look forward to seeing.
"how come?"
"what?" – he was confused too.
I looked at my wristwatch. 13 minutes more and I should be back to work.
"you said I inspire you. That I'm… somewhat an inspiration to you. What made you say that?"
He shifted on his seat. The biceps on his shoulders showing by the slight bulge from the plain white polo he usually wears. He cleared his throat and started speaking.
"do you remember how we first met?"
