Now I understand where this concern was coming from. I was so preoccupied with my own thoughts that I had put colors into his actions. Clearly, this man was extending his service to the best that he could. This answers why he was always favored by most clients. In return, I agreed to his offer. We walked into the house and I offered him a drink, but he declined.
“Nice place you got here,” Maximus said, scrutinizing the place.
“I'm not yet done cleaning the entire house, but thank you.” I sheepishly said as we were seated on the three-seater couch.
“Don't you have anyone to look after you? Your parents, perhaps?”
I cleared my throat. It felt like there was something blocking in there, causing me to struggle for words. He's putting me in a hot seat, but I felt responsible to tell bits of my personal life.
“The truth is, I don't know where my parents are,” I begin, fidgeting. “I had no idea of their whereabouts.”
“Are you an orphan?” Maximus quickly countered. He rested his back against the seat, looking at me. His hot gaze was enough to reel my senses, but I had to control myself. Hormones, hormones!