Write about: the speaker.
Spent the morning with Miles while Kat and Max went to a birthday party at the park. He was fussy and generally giving me the impression that he has had quite enough of his cold and all this teething business, thank you very much.
I, too, am very much looking forward to this cold being done and over with.
The afternoon wasn't much better either, as he was only able to take short naps with his stuffed up nose. He seems to be down for the night now, at least.
Amazing what exhaustion will do for the guy.
You can tell a lot about a man by the way he speaks. The words he chooses, the order he places them in. Where he places emphasis. Where he doesn't. The confidence behind each word, or the lack thereof.
And accents. Even the smallest hint of an accent can say so much. What country you grew up in, what city, even what neighborhood. At least, if you have the ear for that sort of thing.
You can never know who is paying too close attention when words are slipping from your mouth. What their intentions are. Who they might be looking for.
That's why I choose my words very, very carefully. Whenever possible, I don't speak at all. It's safer that way. Let the loud mouths draw all the attention to themselves. That suits me just fine. I don't need the spotlight. In fact, I prefer not to have it. The shadows are a fine home, and I am comfortable there.
A man in my line of work, well. Let's just say that enough has been said. And, just a word of advice? Well, several words, if you wish to be technical. Either way.
Don't ask too many questions. The less you know about me, the better it is for you.
And the less work it is for me.