“Well he seems to be quiet for now,” says Brittany. “Could I trouble you for a drink of something? Long journey and all that.”
“Would you like a cup of tea?” Linda asks her guest leading her into the kitchen.
“That would be lovely,” her guest replies, “Then you can fill in some details.”
Linda busies herself making tea, unsure of where to start or what to say, but reassured by the mundane familiarity of what she's doing. Her guest takes a notebook and pen from her bag, then sits patiently waiting.
Once the tea is ready, they sit in silence until Linda can bear it no longer. “Why is he doing this?” she blurts.
“Not sure at the moment,” her guest replies. “Not even sure what it is he's doing yet. But I'm sure there's an explanation.”
“He's just so different.” Linda tells her.
