"Hey." Greets, Andrew. My eyes is still fixated at the bloody cup, but it's not the blood that makes me frown, but that it's familiar. I saw something like that when I got fine from the previous happening of the night before when Cole meet with me in the woods. I still don't remember what happened that night, and I think that Cole knows about me, not recalling.
"Hi."
"I see you and Rosalyn are getting along just great." He's delighted.
"Yeah." I give him a thoughtful face. "She's—she's amazing, and those popsicles are sweet. Too sweet that I don't know how she eats them from time to time." I quickly add the last part. "I don't tell her."
Andrew raises his hands in surrendering. "No, ma'am. I will not." He changes his tone to a fitting kind for this situation, making it more jocular. I
