C14 A sensitive issue

(Shania)

I sat on the couch innocently, pressing my thighs together and fiddled with my hands. The question he asked me was sensitive. The answer wasn't something one could talk about over tea. The man before me was mysterious, from the black mask to his clothes. I couldn't even see his eyes, even his voice was uttered. Even so, I had to tell him my problem. Something I needed help with