“What’s wrong, Kurt? Has something happened?” Mr Hamilton motioned for the tense boy to sit down at his desk, and Kurt did so after a moments hesitation. As much as he wanted to finally, finally get out of this place, the fact that Mr Hamilton had been so nice to him in the past made it a tiny bit harder. He was pretty sure that he was regarded as his favourite person working there, merely because he had a personality. He wasn’t a stereotypical prostitute, he was just… Kurt. Kurt, forced into the facade. The one he used to think he needed to survive, but was reconsidering. The money loss of this decision was something he could think of at a later date.
Kurt gave Mr Hamilton a small smile, crossing his legs with his arms braced over the hard, wooden armrests.
“No, everything’s fine. I just… I have something to tell you.”
And without a moments hesitation, the suited man’s face lit up, a grin gracing his time-weathered features.
“You’re quitting.” His tone was matter-of-fact, and Kurt spluttered.