"Anouk Sinclair." He could never remember whether he had repeated them in his mind or if he had said them out loud. So absorbed in Malik he had been, that he could barely do anything that day that was not Malik.
"Anouk. I like it."
The youth did not imitate any other conversation, he just leaned back on his palm and closed his eyes.
It was the first time that Anouk felt like his heart was being squeezed, he had just met this person and he felt spellbound. It was not love…it was more. Anouk could not understand it yet there was no fluctuation in the face of the youth.
Like he was just a stone on the road. Not worthy of being looked at twice.
For some reason, that particular analogy hurt him.
