Alicia

He's slouched with his hands resting on the arms of the chair, his legs stretched out in front of him. Dressed in a crisp white shirt, pressed black trousers and polished black brogues, his hair is slightly wet and slicked back. He looks like a poster boy for the CEO of a conglomerate and even though I hate him, it's a look he carries quite well.

I've never seen him wearing such clothes before. It's like I'm looking at his clone and not the real person. He's like a totally different person.

The air is weighty with something heavy and I sit up immediately when I realize he's here....