Why was she even beating herself up about this? So what? What difference did it make if all he was trying to do was sell her a car? That's all, right?... All the suave wordplay and beckoning looks were simply to get a poor, impressionable, young woman to finance away her pay-cheque no matter what. She was a commission. He was just doing his job, just like she had to do hers.“Charlotte?” A voice said from the other side of the washroom door. Eddie knocked on the door and called to her, “Hey. You. While the members groan as their vision adjusts to the brightness, Lecia's contracting eyes returns to the fire pit, full of ash, dying embers, and smoke.She shuts her eyes, trying to refocus on herself and her fellow members."Is everyone alright?" she then asks, scanning the surroundings."Yes, all good here." That was...incredible!" C-copper sulfate! We need to be sure there wasn't anything like that around! That's the only reason it could've otherwise turned green." No way, did you see how. She nodded her head vehemently. ‘Okay, Mark,’ she said unsteadily, ‘I’ll do it.’ The anguish on her face was plain to see. ‘That’s good, honey,’ I said, not minding the small endearment this time. ‘Will you come with me?’ she asked, almost pathetically. She held her breath and held her body stiffly while she waited for my answer. I didn’t hesitate. ‘Of course,’ I said, smiling gently. ‘Where else would I be?’ I asked her. She smiled and caught my hand up in hers. We walked hand in hand back to. We were talking casually about everything, her life, bf, etc in her life; through my talks with her that she was absolutely comfortable with me. I gathered courage and took her hands near me to hold the gears along with me while driving and to my delight she didn’t reacted and just smiled and started cooperating. Throughout my drive till clients place she had kept her hands in my hands. I was now sure that she is also thinking the same what I am thinking. I finished off my meeting quickly with.