The man watched; his face whiter than his teeth, his teeth whiter than his eyes. The other man felt his gaze, but sat perfectly still.
“How are we today?” asked the man with the white face.
The other man declined to answer. He stepped around the cold, ivory room, his eyes always watching the other man.
“Feeling well?”
The other man sat frozen as ice, his gaze at the white wall flinched a little. The man with the white face ticked a box on a printed sheet of white paper on his clipboard, turned, and left. The other man smiled.
(100 Words)
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