Ever’s eyes dropped at his response, her smile faltering. She didn’t expect anything really, in fact, she probably sounded like a complete lunatic. She looked into his eyes again, her face face had lost the happy expression she knew to be fake. “You must care about something.”…
“You read?” she asked, although more of a statement than a question. “What sort of books do you like?” Ever asked with a smile. “I’m in love with Edgar Allen Poe, especially The Raven. From ages twelve to fourteen, I would only answer to ‘Nevermore.’” Ever laughed awkwardly at her memories.
Ever tucked a peice of hair behind her ear. He didn’t seem as interested in talking to her as she was in talking to him. Still, she prided herself on being friendly and refused to give up so easily. “Have you met anyone interesting here yet?”
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