Boring in here she'd give him. He had a tv, but it was on some channel where some lady was making a cake and speaking in a monotone. If Mel had to sit here all day, she'd be asleep constantly.
She'd never heard anyone talk about her like that. Ever.
To Erin, she was a fuck up. Even though her sister loved her. To Gunther, she was a nice piece of ass that he could send on jobs. Loo talked about her nicely, but Loo... that was all her fault. Mel should've known better. And Harth......
Once upon a time, he'd been alive and a great brother. He'd told her she was great, but also cut her down when she needed it.
Not anymore.
And any guys Mel was involved with didn't tend to talk that nice. There was nice and romantic and then there was Ketty Rawls and the boys at the bar. They were just nice enough sometimes, nice enough to come home with her. That was it. And back to fighting her the next day.
He'd called her beautiful. She hadn't missed that. She just didn't know how to react to it. Mel was afraid that if she opened her mouth, stupidity was going to leak out all over the room.
It took her a few minutes to realize she was blushing.
"Just because I have to go find a British guy doesn't mean you'd never see me again. Kinda hard to miss." Her eyebrow rose and fell. "Besides," Mel said, her self-confidence creeping back in a piece at a time, "you're one of two people my age that's talked to me like a person so far since I've been here."