My stepbrother
She clears her throat, which forces me to stop admiring her body and look at her face.
“Maija, why do you keep calling me Klein?” I groan as I sit up in the bed. She shrugs and smiles without answering, but I already know why. Since the night we kissed, she has been doing it, and I suspect it’s because she wants to put some distance between us.
“So, what’s up?”
“I’m going downtown to the manga shop; Oda is having a book signing, he’s...”
“The creator of One-piece, your favorite Anime, with your first love Zoro.” She looks at me, surprised that I would remember such trivial details she told me in passing, but she does not understand that nothing about her is trivial to me.