 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
There was no end to the amusement that Mathis got watching the man. Take the coffee, dump the coffee, return the empty cup. Amusing that a caged mind had so much sense. He doubted any of it was the original owner's.
With a smirk, he took the empty cup, giving the man a once over. The sight of the man's hand hand his lips curling into a scowl, trapping the words he so wished to say. Pathetic. Not a word. His eyes returned to meet Skeeter's once more. So utterly pathetic.
Not a single word.
Mathis let out a slow breath, his smirk fading and his expression falling neutral as he slipped around the man and left the office. The receptionist got a glance and a nod, but no goodbye or thanks. He had his own orders.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |