C17 Lowell

“How did that go?” I asked once we were safely back in the car. 
“It…went.” He looked out the window. It seemed as though a black mood had descended on him.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He shrugged. “In some ways, it was better than I expected. He actually apologized for cutting me off.”
“Wow! That’s great, right?”
“Sort of.” 
I didn’t want to pry, but I was overcome with curiosity