She offers her hand
"I don't know you," You say in a near whisper, sweat
dripping from your furrowed brow. You feel nothing but anger and
confusion, and at this point will trust no one.
The woman smiles. "Nicholai, please, we need to talk..."
She offers her hand. You cannot decide what to do. Suddenly,
younotice the man at the table has disappeared.
