EVA LEVESQUE
Why is she holding his arm like that?! What’s even worse is that Sigrid is not even flinching away. He’s just standing there like it’s nothing. I mean, how did that happen? He won’t even let others get touchy with him.
“Wow, you had a brother, Faye?” a guy from Sigrid’s circle of friends asked. The girl, Faye. Nodded and smiled.
“Yes! That’s my twin brother Flynn!” she exclaimed, “we were separated in classes that’s why we’re not classmates but it’s fine!”
“Wow, you look exactly the same,” Irene commented beside me, Flynn laughed and rubbed the back of his neck like he was shy.
“Well, I guess,” he said, “given that we’re twins.”
“You look,” I said while looking at her arms interlinked with Sigrid’s, “close.”
“He looked like a childhood friend I had from the countryside
