He felt nervous. He felt almost vaguely sick. But it was something he had to do. Something he had to say. It was boiling in his heart, uneven, hot water with salt.
He strode down the hallway, knocked on the door.
She stared at him for a moment.
" Neda, I have something I want to talk about with you-"
He trailed off when he realized how she was looking at him.
" ... Lesa?"
" I. Do you want to go get a coffee with me? I have something I want to talk about with you."