Every time you were in his presence you felt nervous. He was slightly frightening. But today was different.

You watched as he wiped his glasses on his waistcoat, trying to get the smudges off of the lenses. Your watching was more of an admiring, he knew that. He also wanted to admire you but he was too scared.

“What is it that you need?” he asked coldly. “I’m trying to write an article. Make it quick.” he waited patiently.