So, you don’t think I’m strange?' he asks after a while.
Suddenly, remembering why we’re in this situation, I snort to show him that I’m in no mood for a serious conversation. 'No. I’m the strange one.'
'No. You’re not.' He’s serious and looking straight at me. 'I think you’re unhappy and don’t know how to handle it.

Autore: Nikki Rae