I smile too, slipping in the seat. "Thanks." He seemed pretty nice, r at least nicer than all the stories I was beginning to hear about. Something about being vampires and snacking on innocent children, or being evicted, or some other crazy thing. After he had moved here, they seemed to go on and on. The list would be longer than my arm. "Um, if you don't mind me asking, why did you decide to move here? Was it your parents' jobs or something?" I ask. Why was I being so open with him? I usually don't talk so much.
If the lamplight of connected souls points toward your heart
Can you hear a resonance stronger than words now?