"I only wish to be your friend if you let me." His words rang in her ears.
She believed he sounded sincere. However, history had told her that the devil had a sweet tongue, too. He could be as charming as an angel, probably even more.
From what she heard about his reputation, he was no angel. "Why would I do that?" Thalia questioned, finding his intention suspicious.
She had no reason to trust him. She knew his type. And based on experience, they were the last people she would like to be friends with.
"Because I have done nothing but try to be nice." Travis rationalized. "I know we started on the wrong foot. But I will do anything to earn your friendship."
He raised his right hand, swearing to be good like a small boy. He remained on his knees as if he had no plan to stand up unless she gave in to his request.
