Finally, the other boy looked over at him, but instead of saying anything, he looked away from him and continued staring out the window.
Evander nodded slightly and took a deep breath. He knew that there was no point in getting angry at the other boy for being so rude.
They were both in a bad position and nobody was helping them get out of it.
They needed to keep each other company until they had found a way to escape. Maybe even a solution was close by.
“My name is Evander. Do you mind telling me yours?” he finally asked.
There was no answer.
A few minutes passed before Evander spoke again. “Your name?”
Another moment of silence.
“Are you ignoring me? Are you mad at me? Or… are you not allowed to tell me your name because you're scared of me? Did my father kill your parents? Bec
