“There are classes you could take. Or I could help teach you if you’d like.”
She doesn’t make eye contact, as if she’s new to the topic. As if no one else in her life has ever asked her how they could learn to better communicate with her family.
Indy opens the fridge, quickly shifting the subject. “Are you hungry? I can make you some—” She takes her pink coffee cup out of the refrigerator and holds it up to me. “What is this?”
“I uh…” I rub my hand on the back of my neck. “I made you coffee before I left for practice and put it in the fridge to cool so it wouldn’t get watered down when you added ice.”
Her head drops to the side. “Ryan, that’s really sweet. Thank you.”
I look away from the girl who probably assumes this is some grand romantic gesture. “It was nothing.”
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