CHAPTER NINETEEN
“Now you tell me something about yourself that nobody knows,” Brian proposed, shifting slightly to adjust his sitting position.
“We are still talking about you,”
“Fine. Okay I have an obsession with reading fantasy novels,”
“Seriously? That was the last thing I expected from someone like you,” she chuckled airily, its melodious nature tagging
“What do you mean someone like me?
“Well most novel-obsessed people are usually book worms with a much smaller circle of friends. One could almost say they are lonely and seeking comfort in the company of fantasy. But then there is you and you are definitely the opposite of all that,”
“You are quiet judgmental Meredith. People don’t read novels because they are lonely, they do it because it is much more in
