FaithfulPoet

“You don’t talk much do you?” You asked as you sat down beside the leader of the company. You have been trying to talk to him for the past few minutes but it was harder than you thought. He continued to smoke his pipe with a grumpy look on his face. “No, I don’t,” He replied as he stood up and walked away. Your eyes followed him as he sat down on another spot further away. He continued to ignore you, smoking his pipe as he looked at the clouds of grey above. It looked like it was going to rain. You knew that something was bothering him but whatever it was that troubled him, you wanted to know. It’s