Chapter 23: He is a comedian

Lost in my tears and misery, I didn't hear the door open, nor the footsteps as they made their way to me until I felt a hand surrounding me. I was so in ned of contact that I surrendered to the hand. Their familiarity beckoning for me to seek refuge in them.

He held me without saying a word until my tears dried up. When I was done and looked to see who had me in his arms. I wasn't surprised to see Tim. His perfume announced him. I gently extricated myself from his grip, and he didn't argue.

He straightened up and moved around to the other side of the table, his hands inside his pockets. He had a very uncomfortable look on his face, and he wasn't looking at me directly.

I was a little surprise that he wasn't asking why I was crying or making some snide remark about my unprofessionalism. "What are you doing here?" I asked after I got my face in order. I felt a little embarrassed that he saw me this way.

I watched him curiously as he fidgeted on his feet. This was so unlike him. A ma