In fact, if he dared to hope, then he would say that she seemed so much at ease whenever she was around him.
"Why are you not scared of me, Niniola?" He braced himself to ask.
Niniola scoffed at his words and then chuckled. "What's there to be scared of, Sunday? Someone who gets a daily dose of beating…"
"That's not what I mean." Sunday blurted out with closed eyes.
"Ok... Ok… Easy now." Niniola smirked, trying to pacify him. "To be honest, why would I want to be scared of? You and I, we are so alike, in a way. People do not want to be around us. In my case, I have been lonely and alone for as long as I can remember since that time. In fact, I think you have had it easy. But that is not the point now." She heaved.