They were at the top of the hill when Brenttyn suddenly queried. “Don’t you have a boyfriend.”
“Of course not.” Kia blurted out. This was the first thing she had said so emphatically.
“Why do you say “of course not”?” Brenttyn darted his eyes toward her, a little surprised.
“No one has ever asked me out once in my entire life.” Kia said it bitterly.
“Why don’t you ask them out instead?” Brenttyn asked curiously.
“They need to like me, and no one likes me.” She began to wave her hand to dismiss the subject, but she could not because Brenttyn had her left arm and Dixon’s leash was in the other hand.
“Didn’t you ever like someone?” He was still asking too many questions and peering at her intently.
“Yeah, maybe, I guess,” she replied. She was getting frustrated with the subject.
“Did you try to talk to them?” He added, attempting to promote a response.
“No. Of course not.” She replied.
“There is that phrase again. Why didn’t you talk to them?” He glanced at her but she was staring at the path.
“Because I cannot. I can’t just go up to someone and start talking. Not unless I know them and they talk to me first. I’m scared I will interrupt or bother them. I mean girls too. But in the case of a boyfriend, I should have been born one hundred years ago and had a suitor. I do not belong here in this modern age.” It was more than she had said on the whole walk and more than she had ever said to a guy except during her duties at work.
Brenttyn was still watching her. “But that’s no good.” He said finally looking away and shaking his head.
She glanced at him then. “Why?” She felt he was smiling again and she was right.
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