"Tell me another story."
Viz stared at Nessa's beautiful face looking up at him, her head still resting on his lap. There was a vivid sparkle of anticipation in her eyes. Her eyes were beautiful. Beautiful in shape and color. He could gaze at them all day.
"Hey, Viz," Nessa nudged him when she got no response. "I said, tell me another story."
"What else can I tell you?" he asked, pretending to wrinkle his nose in thought. He had already told Nessa so much since she lay down on the futon. It seemed like he had already told her about his life in America when he was a child with his Nana Ising and Nana Nita. He also told her what happened to his parents and the whole story of why he had resentment towards his father.
Opening up to Nessa, sharing everything about himself and his life, felt
