Breaking The Rules [On Hold]

Chapter Eight... This is our Little Secret

Chapter Eight... This Is Our Little Secret

     After Anton finished his brunch (which he continuously complimented me on), we clean up the dishes together. We walk into the front room together and sit side by side on the long tan couch.  

      We sit in silence for what could not have been longer than a few minutes until Anton brakes it. "Mara?" 

      His eyes are a soft, a shy blue that nearly makes me blush."Yes?" Anton chews on his lower lip, as if he's not sure what to say next. I give a grin. "It's ok, Anton, I don't bite." 

      He chuckles at my words. "Well, I'm quite curious to know about you. I mean, I would feel weird not knowing you at least a little bit. I'd rather us not think of each other as strangers, seeing as we don't know how long this will be going on.." 

      I pat his knee reassuringly. Inwardly I'm grateful that he doesn't finish that sentence. "Truthfully, that does sound like a good idea, given the circumstances." I wait a moment before continuing. "Where should we start?" 

      "I think that we should start with ourselves, somewhere easy, right?" 

      I nod in agreement. "Yes, that makes sense." I think for a moment. "Well, my name is Mara Sky Evans, to start with." 

      "Sky? That's a pretty middle name," Anton comments.  

      "Thanks," I say, blushing a little. If only he knew what it stands for. 

      "I think I remember you saying that you had turned seventeen recently?" 

      Did I? Probably. "Yes, I turned seventeen years of age three months ago." 

      He nods his head. "You're very young then." He whistles as he thinks of something. "You must have been one impressive soldier if they allowed such a young woman to go out into the battlefield that quickly." 

      I take into consideration what Anton just said. "Yeah, I guess so. But want to know why they let me in so quickly?" He waits attentively for me to continue. "I lied about my age and was able to tweek some of my papers in order to match what I said." 

      Anton looks at me, confused. "How old do you claim to be then, Miss Evans?" 

     "Um, nineteen years old, soon to be twenty." 

      His mouth gapes open in surprise. Thinking a moment, Anton finally breaks into a grin. "That's actually pretty impressive. I thought that that only happened in stories and films." 

      We both laugh. "Anton, this isn't some unrealistic story, this is reality." 

      "It would make for an interesting story though." I shrug, causing him to stick his tongue out at me. 

      Giggling, I can't help but smile at this silly man. Suddenly it strikes me. "How old are you? Since we're on the topic." 

      "I am twenty years old. I'll be twenty-one in a few months, though." 

      Anton is an adult? Rather, a young man. I'm sure he mentioned his age to me before, but it seems to have slipped my mind. Anton is only three years older than I? He looks as though we could be the same age. Although, that stubble is giving him a bit of an older look. 

      I shake away what I know will turn into a silent conversation with myself. I look back up at Anton. "I told you my name," I say, somewhat meaning to switch topics. "May I know yours?"