Why the heck can't I read his thoughts? That same question kept pondering in my very brain, I was distracted by them, and I hated getting distracted... I hate getting fixated on something to the point I focus on that particular thing, I prefer my mind to set loose to various explorations rather than worrying about a particular guy I don't know. The only person that has sparked my interest like this is Emma… when she first came to town, although a quiet thing funny she sparked my interest, that was because of her closeness, and her unusual intoxicating scent.
"Emma"
She faced me with a mouth full of grilled cheese before she swallowed down. I took a seat beside her. "That guy" I nudged my head and she turned in the direction I referred to. I noticed her eyes widen. "You know him?" She faced me back and she looked nervous now, I wonder why, she looked like a kid that didn't wanna get caught.
