Ein Quin stood in their doorway, holding a stranger’s hand. The sun had now set, and Ein’s pulse quickened. Walter Livingston’s eyes narrowed. Ein released their grip on the salesperson’s hand.
“How long have you been outside? Your hands are ice cold.” Ein said, rubbing his hand on his chest to warm it up.
“My apologizes it is dead of winter after all.” Walter squeezed his hands to promote circulation.
“Perhaps if you would invite me in, I can show you what I’ve got in the comfort of your home.”
“No way!” Ein said too loud.
“It’s all right, I understand. Now before we begin, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself so I can curate my demonstration?”
“I’m sorry I don’t mean to be rude, but I have some urgent matters to attend to. Can you move this along?”
“As you wish.”
To be continued tomorrow.