Greer
“Good Morning.”
Her voice is still so quiet. I swear I wouldn't be able to hear if it were more people than just the two of us.
“Morning.”
The tension in her shoulders only gives slightly when I smile at her reassuringly. Lifting my cup, I nod toward the pot on the counter.
“Coffee?”
I know the answer. And maybe it’s weird, but I want her to say more. Over the last two days, I haven’t had the chance to talk to her apart from that one time the first night.
This is the one moment in time I might get to see a little more of her. And even though my conscience tells me not to do it, she’s vulnerable, and I have no right to feel so protective over her because who says I will be able to be around much longer…. I just want to make use of it.
“No…thank you. I- I think- Can I make t
