"Yes, I did."
"When?" A sudden prickle of anxiety hit me. Had she been on my floor without me knowing? "Was it on your way up here?"
"No, in the lift this morning. She arrives quite early, that girl. Aside from being a kind, warm-hearted soul, she's incredibly hardworking." He beamed, his expression softening before he shot me another look. "Her parents must be proud. She actually cares about me and my health—unlike a certain grandson who can't even pay attention when I'm speaking."
"Gramps, I've been calling you regularly, haven't I? And I am paying attention. Why are you being so dramatic?"
"But your calls are far too brief! And this isn't drama; it's your grandfather's genuine feelings."
"Oh, God. There's just no pleasing you, old man." His theatrics were clearly becoming his favourite hobby. "And? What else did you talk about?"
