As Barnett's lecture droned on, Martin kept stealing glances at Aphasia.As Barnett's lecture droned on, Martin kept stealing glances at Aphasia. Once, he saw her appearing to glance at him, and he immediately glanced away, while straightening his posture and shifting his legs. He thought he heard her giggle a little, and did not glace at her for the rest of the period. The school bell finally rang, though, and Martin decided that now was his best chance to talk to her, to strike up a friendship, at least. Martin was by no means a casanova, having had only one girlfriend previously and no great amount of sexual experience, but he felt a strong desire to talk to Aphasia. "Hi," he said, a bit nervously, as he caught up to her in the hallway. "I don't know if you remember, but I'm..." "The one who ran into my chest in the hallway," Aphasia said. She giggled as Martin turned a bright red. "Oh, don't worry, it was an honest accident, and besides, no one saw us, except your friend..." "Oh, you mean Anton," Martin said. "Don't worry, he won't spread any gossip around school. I'm Martin, by the way, but you can call me Marty - everyone does..." "I'm Aphasia," Aphasia said, taking Martin's hand. "Pleased to meet you." "Aphasia," Martin said, as they exited the school. "That's a beautiful name - I don't think I've ever heard it before." "My mother gave it to me," Aphasia replied. "It was the name of one of her favorite characters from a romance novel of some sort - I don't know the name. She used to live in the States, until she met my father, and they went to live in Guatemala. She taught me English, because I think she expected that I would return here someday. Do you live out this way?" "Yeah, on FitzLewis street," Martin said. |