A few weeks passed since Sophia first spoke to Ren.
Nothing huge changed. The orphanage remained the orphanage. Breakfast was still thin porridge that left stomachs growling an hour later because of low funding. The caretakers still spoke more sharply when donors were not around. The older children still took up more space than the younger ones, sprawling across the common room like they owned it.
But Sophia's days were a little different now because she talked to Ren sometimes.
Not every day.
Ren was not the kind of person someone could just drag into conversation whenever they wanted. Sometimes he answered, entertaining her. Sometimes he ignored her. Sometimes he told her she was asking useless questions and blatantly told her to go away.
Sophia should have found this rude, but she kept coming back anyway. It didn't seem like he was doing it out of malice, because even if he told her to go away one day, the next day he may be completely fine.
