Darian made me feel strange. He made me act differently. Or maybe I simply relaxed around him for some reason.
I grip my head, groaning quietly.
Why does it matter that I’m so confused? It’s not like I’m ever going to see him again.
Pulling on my pajamas, I head out to the smell of cheese and bread. I must’ve taken longer than I thought in the shower because the pizza has already arrived. Mary has set out plates and is pouring water into two glasses.
She looks up at me. “Feeling better?”
“Loads.”
It’s over the course of the meal that I tell her about my second meeting with Darian. There’s no reason to lie to Mary. She chuckles at my concern about acting strange around him.
“You weren’t acting strangely. That’s how you are, Alice. You’re blunt, and you’re sweet, and you’re funny. Onc
