The Things We Don't Say
“And now, you can see why I’m protective of him. I like to know his friends, especially ones that he is very close to.”
When she turned around, she slid a bowl of fruit in my direction. “Eat. They are rich in calcium.”
I knew from her tone that there was no getting out of this, so I sat back on the stool, grabbing a little black currant.
“I’m Marcus, even though you already know that. I… erm… I study here…. Classical Literature major and a Creative Art minor.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Marcus,” she said with a pleasant smile on her face. “I’m Martha.”