Whitney
I walk beside this girl who I know because of a few conversations with my brother when he's feeling low. As soon as I saw her sitting there, I knew who she was.
“Trevor's told you about me?" She questions as we wait for the elevator.
I nod, grinning as I wrap my arms around myself, rubbing my biceps. Now that we're away from the group of people, I'm cold. “Yeah, he doesn't talk about a lot, and he talks even less about the women he's interested in, but you he's told me about a couple of times. He cares a lot about you."
I don't know if I should break his confidence. What if he doesn't make it out of this alive and she's stuck wondering what he thought of her. Given the fact I haven't been honest with Ryan, maybe I'm not the right person to ask.
“I care a lot about him," she af
