Chapter 47: Different.

Charlotte. It was finally Friday, the last day of the week, and somehow, though there wouldn’t be work tomorrow, I was thrilled today. “Can we leave now?” Damian asked me and I offered him a little smile. He had been patiently waiting while I went back and forth on rounding up things for the week, and yes, over the week, we had learnt to tolerate each other even better. “I am almost done. Just a minute more. I am almost done.” “You said that twenty minutes ago.” He replied, his words lacking any humor. “Why don't you help then?” I retorted. That is it. Now we were back to bickering again. “Well, someone said she had to do it herself. You can't blame me for that , right?” Right. I had actually told him that earlier, and now, I was trying to put the blame on him again. Well, it wasn't like it was totally my fault. He was being his usual distracting and annoying self again. “I promise, I will be done soon.” I looked up midway the files I was picking up and offered him an explanat