Chapter 3
Yeah, sure.
“Shouldn’t you be at school?” he asked, trying to lighten the atmosphere, since his last thought had given him another to worry about. It was ridiculous that a grown man could be afraid of a teenager, but that strange feeling was really weird. And he wasn’t feeling that good at the moment.
“Why would I be?” the boy answered, turning slightly to look at him.
“I don’t know, you seem…young. Don’t they go to school at your age?”
“At my age? How old do you think I am?”
Thomas shut up and studied him out of the corner of his eye. “Eighteen? Seventeen?”
A sound similar to a woof came from the boy, and Thomas jumped a little, realizing only afterward that it had been a curt laugh.
“I’m twenty-three.”
Thomas turned and observed him better. “Well, it’s impossible to see your face with all that hair and you’re…thin. You look younger.”
A couple seconds passed before the man answered. “Do you usually prefer them bigger? Guess I’m not your type.”