Hunter

Gail

Gail

I sat on a park bench and read Wuthering Heights. Ah, to read a tragic love story because of social classes. Would my life turn tragic like Catherine's did and die without my true love?

My auburn curls fell forward, hindering my reading experience. I pulled a clip from my bag and placed my hair in a messy bun. Then I noticed a guy standing before me. "Can I help you?"

"What are you reading?" The guy pointed at my book.

I lifted it to reveal the title. "Wuthering Heights. Why?"

"Just wondered." The guy shrugged.

"Do you always approach random people and ask what they're reading?" I arched my brow.

"Not really. I don't like most people." He shrugged again.

"Then why are you talking to me?" I tilted my head and studied the guy.

He was dressed in blue jeans, a hoodie, and sneakers. "Are you always rude to people? Or is that your sparkling personality?"

I closed my book. "You asked a question. I answered it. Do you lack people skills? Or is that part of your sparkling personality?"

The guy rolled his eyes before sitting beside me.

I scooted away from him. "Did I say you could sit next to me?"

"No, but it is a public bench. I don't see your name written on it as it belongs to..."

"Gail. My name is Gail."

"Okay, Gail, with fiery red hair."

"My hair is auburn. Are you daft?"

"What's the difference?"

"It's a big difference. My hair color is a darker shade of red. But that's not the point." I shook my head. "You barged into my life and invaded my personal space. Yet, you haven't told me your name."

"Does it matter?"

"Do you want me to call you, hey, you?"

The guy chuckled softly. "Not really. Fine. My name is Hunter."

"Okay, Hunter. What brings you to a park?"

"I needed fresh air. What brings you here?"

"I enjoy the peace while reading."

"Why don't you read at home?"

"It's difficult to read when your parents always fight about money."

"Why?"

"How should I know?" I shrugged. "I would rather live a simple life than argue about money. But you wouldn't understand that with your designer brands." I gestured at his clothes.

Hunter glanced at his clothes. "I didn't buy these. My adoptive family did."

I stared at Hunter. "Did you say, adoptive family?"

"If you want to call them that." He shrugged.

"What happened to your real family?"

"Isn't that a bit personal for us just meeting?" Hunter arched his brow.

"Touché. So, I've never seen you around here before. Did you move to Oakland?"

"No, I live in Saintwood."

"That's probably why I haven't seen you around here."

"You're a quick one, aren't you?" Hunter glanced at me and curled his brow.