The man who introduced himself as Michael stood with absolute confidence, his gaze fixed firmly upon you. A sense of superiority seemed to radiate from every inch of his body. It was as if he believed he was above you in every conceivable way.
Despite the polite apology, his tone remained aloof and a touch arrogant. It was clear that, in some way, he saw you as inferior.
Michael's expression softened ever so slightly as he continued to look at you, his gaze still somewhat haughty. It was as though he was sizing you up, trying to determine whether or not you were worth his time.
As he spoke, his voice was measured and controlled, each word carefully chosen to convey a sense of authority.
"Apologies for the confusion. What exactly is it that you want to discuss?"
Michael stood tall and resolute, his arms crossed over his chest as he waited for your response. His eyes never left yours, remaining locked on your every movement as he patiently anticipated your answer.
It was clear that he was not used to being questioned or challenged, and he exuded a certain air of self-importance. At the same time, however, there was a hint of curiosity in his gaze, as if he were genuinely interested in what you had to say.
"Cat got your tongue? Or are you truly that shocked that your friend's body is a bit occupied right now."