““I find it intriguing that a girl who doesn’t seem to be afraid of anything would pretend as if she were in front of the entire class. Seems like there’d be a pretty fascinating reason.” He stares at her as if he is on to something. As if he already knows what she isn’t saying. “Why do you think?” He’s quiet. She glances at him. His eyes are still on her. “I think you’re a very interesting person.” She nods. “Because I throw books.” “Because you have secrets.””
