This Charming Man

Three

"... And the bar opens around six o'clock in the evenings and closes at one. I believe that's everything," I said as I watched Mr Weekes peer round his room with an amused look on his face.

"Lovely," he said vaguely, eyeing a painting on the wall. I stood rigid by the door, eager to leave and hoping he didn't have any questions. Spencer had gone to the market that afternoon and brought some sweets and cakes from a travelling sweet stand with the last of his overtime pay check. I'd been looking forward to trying the foreign candies all day and as much as I suppose I already liked Mr Weekes, he was taking a long damn time with... Well, everything!

"A-any questions?" I muttered awkwardly after a long silence. Thankfully, Mr Weekes shook his head.

"No, I don't think so. You covered all I needed to know," he smiled over at me.

"Do you need anything else then, sir?"

Again, he shook his head. "No, everything's quite alright. Thank you for helping, Brendon."

I smiled awkwardly and nodded. As I turned to leave, he called to me, "Oh, actually, Brendon," I turned back towards him, "could you possibly come up to my room first thing tomorrow morning?"

I nodded hesitantly and smiled. "I-I'm supposed to do that anyway, sir," I said.

He blinked and then grinned. "Oh. Oh, good. Right, lovely," he said again.

"Is that all, sir?"

"Just one more thing," he said with a grin and I feigned annoyance which made him chuckle before saying, "Call me Dallon."

I tilted my head slightly in confusion. "Dallon?"

"Yes. That's my name."

I shrugged and smiled. "Alright. Goodnight, Dallon," I said, turning back to the door.

"You too, Brendon. Pleasant dreams," he said and I closed the door behind me.