Natalia
"How old are you?" Mia gasps. I can tell I caught him off guard, because he chuckles awkwardly. I don't think he wants to answer my question though, because he looks everywhere else but at me.
"Natalia, that's not an appropriate thing to ask someone. You know how women don't like it, men don't either," she says, but I just stare at him, waiting for him to answer. What Mia said is untrue. Men don't care the way women do, at least I don't think so. I think he is ashamed, because there's a big age gap, and he knows it's wrong.
He chuckles and his now too cool, too calm demeanor really pisses me off. "You know you have the kind of eyes that stare into people's souls. The kind that tells you everything. They are just so blue and clear. They are truly unsettling," he says. What does
