Rachel sat crosslegged at the low table and tried to think.
It wasn’t easy. The man across from her was saying something, but she couldn’t quite focus on what. At every word her thoughts scattered, and every time they took longer to come back.
Why had she taken off her shirt? Why did she feel like she knew the man? Why did he seem more important the longer she sat here? Why was it so hard to think?
She didn’t know. Couldn’t know. And it was getting harder and harder to form the questions.
She was glad someone was here to think for her.
Another request for my bud @deeperinmypower