“Who are you?” The question came out of my mouth before I realized how rude it sounded. “Sorry.” I immediately apologized.
“Everyone apologizes so much here. It’s fascinating.” The girl sat down gently in the chair across from me. I swallowed the lump in my throat.
The boy laughed, sitting down in between the girl (his sister?) and me. “You did it again.”
“What are your names?” I asked, clenching my hand around my uneaten burger’s wrapper.
“John. And this is my cousin, Luisa. And you…?” He looked expectantly at me.
I was staring at the girl. Luisa, he had said. She was… captivating. I wasn’t ashamed of my stare. She had pulled out a large leather notebook and was scribbling all over a page, not even glancing up. What was she doing?
The boy staged a cough. I looked over, surprised. “Huh?”
“Luisa likes to… well when she gets inspired, she draws. Better not interrupt her.”
“Oh.” I snapped out of my funk. “Rebecca. But call me Becca.”