Ashes of the Past

  "I’m sorry that’s that’s how you find out. I just need you to not talk for the next thirty seconds—and then you can start doing whatever you were doing a minute ago."

"Alright...alright," August laughed, nodding at her before making the zips lips motion, throwing away the key. Holding his hands up, he counted patiently, bringing up ten fingers, three times to signal thirty seconds, before leaning forward, "As I was saying...How are you?"

    “Please—please, just for      two seconds, please stop      talking. You’re giving me a      headache.” 

"And here I was trying to be suave, and you just want me to shut up. I see...I see how it is."