Will I Have to Play Along?
He stands as confident as Lex Luther minus the sinister looks but with an ounce of boyish grin.
He enters the room and I can't help but look, still afraid of getting caught.
He joins me in the elevator and shared some 15 floors to endure. I was standing behind him and he didn't look back. Tongue-tied, I wasn't even able to at least say, "Hi!"
Anticipating we touch the ground, I shifted my gaze from the door to the steel cage that reflected his frame.
I silently froze...
It was me he was staring at.