Bella eyed her coffee cup, mindlessly picking it up to take another gulp. Her throat was dry and it felt nice, but its strong taste combined with the aftertaste of her whiskey made her grimace.
"No thank you," she murmured, her mind stuck on his question. Of course she'd never talked to the right people; the only people she'd had to talk to most of her adolescence was her family, wealthy friends who couldn't relate to her struggles, and her coworkers (and more specifically, her bosses).
Bella propped her elbow on the kitchen table and rested her cheek against her palm. "Jamie, do you ever... talk to people? Have friends? Feel... emotions?" she asked, eyeing him from across the table.
"No thank you," she murmured, her mind stuck on his question. Of course she'd never talked to the right people; the only people she'd had to talk to most of her adolescence was her family, wealthy friends who couldn't relate to her struggles, and her coworkers (and more specifically, her bosses).
Bella propped her elbow on the kitchen table and rested her cheek against her palm. "Jamie, do you ever... talk to people? Have friends? Feel... emotions?" she asked, eyeing him from across the table.
— MJ is MAGICAL —