The door creaked and a rectangle of light fell onto the magazine that I was reading. I looked up to a boy who had come into the lobby was a stranger, about nineteen, tall and thin.
"Looking for someone?" I asked.
"No," the boy said. His long fingers trembled as they fumbled with the buttons of his coat.
"Well, may I help you with something?"
"No." The boy dropped his coat onto the worn tweed sofa and sat down slowly. In the light from the window his pale cheeks gleamed as if wet.
He's sick, I thought, while walking over to him. A narrow hand reached out and seized my wrist, cold, strong fingers twining around my arm like vines or snakes. I try to fight the impulse to pull away, looking down instead into the boy's troubled, grey eyes.
If there’s supposed to be an attachment there isn’t, but this question out of context is quite simple.
Agreement is a mixture of both parties stating their needs and wants, and through discussion and compromise. It’s finding a common ground where both parties are happy and satisfied with the outcome.
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D. A line of safety goggles that damage the eyes
Where is the story at how can I help you
