I welcomed him into my home. I introduced him to my parents before we headed upstairs.
"You have a nice home." He mentioned quietly. "Thank you!" I smiled and opened the door to my room.
"So how shall we start this project?" I asked.
He thought about it. His facial features were strong and alluring. I got small butterflies as he looked back up at me.
"You know what... Let's just base our project on Muslims. It will make it easier." I sighed. "Really?" A small smile formed on his face. "I mean why not?" I shrugged. His small chuckled lighted up the room.
"You're right. This WILL be easier. I will teach you." He started writing things down. After one hour had passed, I learned almost half the religion. "How do you know so much?" I asked, bewildered.
"Ah, my family revolves around this." He told me. Strange.
"So.... Tell me about yourself." I tried starting a genuine conversation. "What is it you would like to know?" He asked. "What's your favorite color?" I asked. "Red."
"Do you have siblings?"
His eyes looked down. Then, he stood up quickly. "I have to go now." He picked up his stuff. Oh, touchy subject. "Oh I'm sorry!" I apologized, but he violently ran out of my house.
"What was that?" My mother rushed to me.
"I don't know." I shook my head. She gave me a weird look.
