I believe it was the death of his mother
ANd its A affability
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.
I believe the answer is to get a complete impression of the person.
It’s not to force the interviewee to give straight answers because they might be more stressed.
It’s not to give the interviewee time to think over questions because that would make more sense to give them a paper to fill out as an interview.
The formal tone indicates that the topic possesses real-world importance.
Have a nice day!
