Hitchhikers And Highways|✔️

FIFTEEN

"SO CAN I hear your story yet, B?"

"B?"

Walter sat upright on his twin bed, his back leaning against the wooden headboard as he turned to face her questioning gaze. "B. Annabelle? Belle? B?"

She just scrunched up her face more, still confused with his logic.

"I kinda assumed you wouldn't let me call you Belle."

"And B is better?"

"I guess? Can I call you Belle?"

"No. You can't call me B either."

"Well then what can I call you? You don't seem like an Annabelle."

Annabelle turned her face from his and her smile slowly fell as she bit into her cheek.

"Grace."

"What?"

"You can call me Grace."

"Why Grace?"

"Because that's my name."

A thick silence filled the air of their small room, and Walter too turned his gaze to the dirty beige wall opposite the parallel beds.

"Oh."