“I met him Freshman year. I met them all that year.” Scarlet explained while fiddling with her chopsticks. “We hit it off completely. Immediately. But, Charlie, Charlie was different.” she said thoughtfully. “He was so…so ready for anything. As if he was always sure of himself. We were bumbling, awkward. But he always knew where he belonged.” Holden Thurman looked at her as if he understood.
“There was- is just one problem. He never is where he’s supposed to be. Whether it’s class, or work, or exhibit openings.” she continued. “What about the others, does it bother them?” he inquired. “I don’t know…I don’t believe I’ve ever asked “out right”. Jason always gets mad when I talk about it, so i guess it does.” she said it simply as possible.
“I’m sorry to veer off the subject, but I don’t recall seeing your parents at the exhibit.” he said.
Scarlet blushed. “That, too, is a long story.”
“Another one that is long enough for dinner?”
“No,” she answered. “One that you will never hear, so long as I live.”