Something's wrong, I can feel it but he's not saying anything. He's back to being the guy half the agencies of the world are after. In the last day and a half he'd shown me a different side to him, a softer side, if you can call anything about him soft. But tonight he's even more withdrawn than when we first met.
There's an air of danger about him. And the way he looks at me; as if he's no longer seeing me, like I'm not even there. The pain in my gut grew with each minute I spent sitting across from him. He wasn't even talking to me so I don't know why he brought me to dinner.