[...For a moment there I almost got fooled. You are getting better at this,] a voice reached Asher's hearing, but he remained perfectly composed, maintaining the gentle smile on his face as he pushed the wheelchair through the corridor. They had just gotten off the elevator and were now standing before a door adorned with elegant brass numbers.
"Let me just get my card—I'll be quick," she said, placing her hand on the ornate doorknob. A soft clicking sound echoed in the hallway, and the door swung open on its own with the smooth precision of expensive automated systems. She rolled inside while he waited patiently in the corridor.
'I thought deeply about what you said,' he mused as the door closed behind her, leaning casually against the wall.
[Concerning what?]
'Concerning my display of emotions. I can't portray what I can't feel, right?' he replied.
[Right... So?]
'I found a solution to the problem.'
