"My name is William Jordan," he said while offered his handshake to greet Mars. But Mars just frowned and stared expressionless at the man's hand. When he found no response, he pulled back his hand anxiously.
"I'm your cellmate. What is your name?" William asked stiffly and felt shivered. He did try to be sincere for his cellmate.
"Why do you want to know my name?" Mars replied curtly. Nobody could be a friend in prison. At this time, someone could kill him at any time. Mars took
"I thought we could make ... friends?" Mars leaned her head against the wall and looked at William with a cynical chuckle.
"I'm not making friends," Mars replied casually. Will just nodded and smiled a little and then turned back to his bed.
