Starglow Basin Morfeo

I’m good to continue with this, if you are?

 

Haruto waited in silence, having come up with what he thought was a reasonable enough explanation for himself. He felt no need to make small talk, not when she seemed so fractious. The last thing he needed to do was spark an argument just as the leaders arrived and so, it was in peaceful silence that he waited. 

The one who arrived looked at him questioningly, though he believed that the first word the man spoke was for the woman. Of the three languages he spoke, none of them were romantic; he could recognize one by the sound, but he could do no more than assume the man might be speaking Italian, Spanish or perhaps French. 

He assumed he was being spoken to; he was relieved. He felt the woman might give him a sour introduction.

He nodded his head. I am Haruto, and I am a botanist, He explained. I study the cultivation of herbs and the extraction of their medicinal properties. He chose not to speak too much, lest he spark the boss’s ire. He wanted only to pique his curiosity.