My turn" she chirps "What is something you are really passionate about doing, what can't you see yourself not doing.." pause she lets out an exasperated sigh rubbing her temples "You do understand what i am trying to say right,don't you?"
I nod trying to think of an answer even though i don't necessarily need to think about it.
"It's two things, designing funitures and running my Dad's company" Growing up i wanted nothing more than to be like my dad i looked up to him for any and everything and even the thought of being half the man my fatter is was always more than enough for me, everything about him mesmerized me, he taught me everything i know made me fall in love with the world of interior and furniture design from a very young age.
I still remember the first day he took me to the office and introduced me to his entire staff i was just 14 and a nervous wreck,he had seen all my sketches and was really impressed, he was so excited i could see the pride in his eyes, he never put any type of pressure on me and whenever he notices i was nervous he'd always encourage me and tell me 'William even if you don't feel like you can do it you can you just don't feel like it right now'
He is the best father a son could ever ask for and what did i do to repay him i broke his trust ,lied to his face and almost ruined the business he spent his entire life building.
Now we barely speak, i can't even remember the last time we spoke about something that's not work related and is more than a sentence long.
Honestly i miss him.The old him
I miss us.
And it's all my fault.
I think she could tell i was thinking about something else, with the way she was watching me, her eyes were soft she looked like she wanted to say something, and i want to hear whatever it is she has to say.
"Why are you looking at me like that, what are you thinking" I asked unable to resist the urge to know.
"I was wondering what you were thinking about,you looking like you were thinking about something.." She paused, "Sad, were you?"
I nod, but don't say anything.
As much as I'd love to tell someone how i truly feel about the whole me and my dad thing it'd be awfully stupid to dump that on this really interesting, pretty girl I'm just getting to know, so for the sake of wanting her to see me as something other than an emotional wreck the nod will have to do.
I don't want to talk about me,not about my not so great relationship with my dad or anything other than her right now and i have only one more question left to ask before we have to go downstairs ,I'm kind of dreading going down i have been enjoying our little chat and i hope she has too.