Richard’s Proposal
Richard shuffled back inside, trying to regain some composure. \”Mark,\” he started awkwardly, \”how about we, uh, figure out some arrangement for future stays?
\” His bravado had worn thin, replaced by a tentative attempt to bridge the gap. I listened, sensing the underlying desperation in his voice.
It was evident that he was trying to salvage some ties, even if it meant bending to new terms.