"How much do you know, Isabelle?" Richard asked, his voice sounding desperate.
"How much do I know about what Richard?" Isabelle asked, confused by the question. Was there something she was apparently supposed to know? She then sat down in her chair, and grasped the still warm hot chocolate, continuing to drink it as she spoke. There was soon a knock at the door.
"Look Richard, I'm sorry if this conversation has sounded like an interrogation for you. When I saw that badge, I was concerned that you had gotten yourself into some trouble. I just didn't want to see you get hurt, after all, I see you as friend." She then turned her attention to the knock at the door.
"You can enter when ready."
"How much do I know about what Richard?" Isabelle asked, confused by the question. Was there something she was apparently supposed to know? She then sat down in her chair, and grasped the still warm hot chocolate, continuing to drink it as she spoke. There was soon a knock at the door.
"Look Richard, I'm sorry if this conversation has sounded like an interrogation for you. When I saw that badge, I was concerned that you had gotten yourself into some trouble. I just didn't want to see you get hurt, after all, I see you as friend." She then turned her attention to the knock at the door.
"You can enter when ready."