C61 Anticipation

I walked a stack of plates over to the washbasin while Steve and my father continued their conversation.

When Mike entered, he leaned forward and folded his arms over his chest. Does he treat you fairly?

I restrained my nervous mouth from chewing the inside of my cheek and put on as casual a face as I could. "Sure," you say.

Waves of tension swept over us.

He cocked his head in that direction