A First

We sat in silence for the first two minutes of our meeting. A comfortable silence. An understanding. I smiled and he spoke.

You’re not afraid to die, are you?

No.

I know. I can see it in your eyes. So, if I were to pull out my gun and point it at you right now, you wouldn’t flinch?

You’re not going to do that.

How do you know?

Because that’s what I see in your eyes.

He smiled.

We were both right. I wasn’t afraid of him and he had no intention of hurting me.

This was a first, for both of us.