The two sat in a comfortable silence in her living room. She, working on her paper, he, reading a book on his phone. When they had finished eating, Bianca had grabbed her textbook and told him quickly that she had work to do. Not even bothering to question her, he'd taken off his boots and cut, then he'd gotten comfortable on her couch. With great interest, she watched as he had lain down and pulled his phone out.
“What are you doing?"
“Reading my book while you get your homework done," he explained.
“I didn't know you liked to read," she grinned up at him from where she sat on the floor.
“There's a lot about me you don't know." The way he said it was very matter-of-fact and it stung.
“Ouch," she winced as his retort. “Maybe we should work on getting to know each other better then."
