'Why is he asking me this?'
Florian's mind reeled as Heinz's words echoed in the air between them. It should have been obvious—anyone with sense could understand why he hadn't brought it up. And yet, here was Heinz, waiting for an answer like Florian had something to confess. Something hidden.
A sharp pang of anxiety twisted in Florian's stomach. His heart pounded, and his palms were already starting to sweat.
'Shit. Is he upset? Did I mess up? What if he thinks I'm playing games—'
But then Florian remembered.
No—he knew.
He had been around Heinz long enough to learn a few things. The man didn't play in the dark when he was angry. He didn't hint or prod. If Heinz was actually mad, he would let you know.
With blunt force.
'He's just messing with me again…'
Florian let out a soft breath, slow and deliberate, easing the tightness in his chest. He straightened his posture.
He would not give Heinz the satisfaction of watching him squirm.
