I don’t really know what happened. One minute we are talking and the next I get a flash from him, to me its abrupt annoyance. He spins and I almost fall off of the stool as I pull away my hand.

He ignores what I’ve just said, but looks none to pleased to have been asked it.

"How old are you, Julia?"

My eyebrows draw together as we face each other.

“Young enough to be intimidated when it’s asked like that, and old enough to not want to answer it.” I reply with a quiet frown, trying to figure out what exactly I’ve said to cause that look on his face.