Off To His Beloved

"Conrad, what if she's here because of constant evolution?" He was sitting in Conrad's office. He especially came to visit him after days of thinking about what he had read in that storage room of a famous museum.

"What do you mean? Constant evolution? What do you even know about evolution? Or even a better question, where did you even get the idea of it?" Another of Conrad's bombarded questions were thrown at him, he was caught between what to answer or when he can even answer. 

"Should I answer the first or last question?" He awkwardly asked Conrad, as if he was truly stuck.

"Whatever, just tell me what brought you the idea that it could possibly be about constant evolution or what not."

"Well…"

"Let me guess, you've searched it on the web again?"

He groaned in frustration. "I'm not even done talking yet! Let me express my thoughts, will you?"

Conrad just shrugged his shoulders. "Go on then."