“Anne, don’t spend the whole day reading. You need to socialize with your peers.”
Anne sniffed and burrowed deeper into the cushion on the window seat. “The people in my books are more real to me than my vapid, self-absorbed peers could ever be.”
She heard her mother sigh deeply from the doorway. “You’re telling me there isn’t one person out there that could spark your interest?”
Anne waited til she heard her mother walk away before looking past her book to the street below. Like everyday, Jared Elliot was walking home from work. Maybe there was one person.