What bloodshot eyes Meiden has! David couldn't get out of his admiration by putting a cup of tea in front of him. It was not a form of adoration but a sincere concern that someone could be so careless about his health. Is this what it means to indulge in passion? Just at what cost? What good can come out of a man who has so little regard for his own health?
"That book you wrote, is it good?" asked David. His tone was perhaps too hooked, but he couldn't and wouldn't understand how someone could prioritize writing a book over eating the basic meal that keeps him alive.
"Yes. Very much so."
The simple, short answer, accompanied by a flash of green eyes, surprised David. He looked at Meiden with doubt. The Norwegian seemed so sure of his book, so proud of it! Was his work really that good, or did the guy lack objectivity? Curiosity began to awaken in David about the book. A novel, he corrected himself in his mind.
