"It will be terrible if you flew away." Isaac mutters, "I don't want to take care of the coffee house all by myself." as soon as Isaac finishes his sentence he starts to walk again, but this time a little quicker, and now he is a few huge steps ahead of me.
I can't help but let a chuckle out as I watch him flee——Look at him, how diffident can he be in expressing his true thoughts? Isaac is not reluctant to share his feelings, in fact he is only too insecure to admit that he will always offer me a hand whenever I need help.
I would not have known if I hadn't worked alongside him for two years, that there is an altruistic soul behind those icy grey eyes. Whereas as a considerate coworker, I know I shall not choose to mercilessly unmask him. Instead I figure I shall tactfully play along with the emphasis he brought up.
