Not so sweet

When the female sat, once again grey hues ventured over slowly traveling up her legs as they crossed. He wondered to himself if the female was aware of how good her legs looked. Only allowing his hues to stray for a moment, they were back on the paperwork in front of him. Flipping through everything piece by piece Christian merely skimmed. Everything seemed to be in tact, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to double check anyways. Her father didn’t seem like a man who would make this deal go south, but Christian had learned the hard way that it was always best to double check. About ten minutes had passed before he was finished. Placing all of the papers back into the folder, he folded it shut before rising to his feet. “Do you have any questions? If not, then we’re all good here.”

"Is it suppose to look like that?"

"What are you doing?"

"Is that legal?"

"I'm not sure where we are."

"Why is this not working?"

"Who was that?"

"I have no idea what's going on."

"Why do you vex me so?"

"Can you not?"

"I'm not sure if I like this or not."

"I'm not sure what I want."

"Should we be doing this?"

"I don't understand what I did wrong."

"Why do they seem to be so upset?"

"What am I doing wrong?"

"What can I do to help?"

"What is that?"

"Should it be doing that?"

"I don't think that's normal."