THIS must be dramatic irony––––he recalls all the times he’s heard it in LITERATURE, but he never figured it’d come to fruition in REAL life and after a moment he glances down at his clipboard before back at his coffee with a LOOK of disbelief as if checking before drawing in a quiet breath.
“Huh.”
HE SHAKES his head, hand running over his face for a moment before he leans back against the back of his chair before BREATHING in deep through his nostrils trying to tackle his own agitation. He could have only ever expected something this sinister to have happened to him.
“I don’ suppose yer jus’ visitin’ AN’ aren’t m’contact fer this account?”