On time! *victory dance*
This one is actually based on some characters I'm working with right now.
“Why won’t you talk to me?” I asked, turning on him in the hallway. He paused in his walk. “I’m tired of a glare being my only response when I ask you a serious question.”
“You don’t know anything about me, and I intend to keep it that way,” he replied crisply, and started walking again. I held out my hand and pressed it into his chest to keep him where he was.
“If we’re going to work on this together, you’re going to have to trust me,” I said. He smirked.
“I don’t think so. As of yet, you don’t even know my real name.”
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