Laura’s POV:
I waited for his answer and strained my ears to catch any whisper but he didn’t respond. I wanted to talk to this stranger as I was in no mood to spend the night in my own misery. But apparently, he was in no mood to talk to me.
Deciding not to disturb him anymore, I stood up. I was just about to go to the other end and lie down when I heard a really low and rough whisper, “Ryan. Ryan Hooper.”
My ears perked up at that. I knew he wasn’t a talkative person but I was glad he was at least making an effort. I flopped back to the earlier spot
And said his name aloud, “Ryan.”
He grunted and I chuckled, “That’s a nice name.”
Silence followed once again which was broken by his almost inaudible whisper, “Thanks for the apples.”
Smiling slightly, I admitted, “I am glad you ate th
