Beautiful Boy
“I’m Loa.”
“Loa,” He father says rather loudly, and I can’t help but jump.
“Dad,” Samuel practically whines, placing a hand on his face.
“That’s a weird name. I’m Shane.” He stretches his hand and I take it.
“It is. And thank you.”
“It’s a lovely name sweetie,” his mother assures me, nudging her husband. “So, you’re Samuel’s girlfriend?”
“What? No, I’m just a friend.” I notice the way their face sags, and I wondered if I had said something wrong. Did he tell them I was?