“A comic book?” she smiled, “I didn’t know you drew comic books. Let me see.”
We were whispering, it was the campus library. The vast reading room was mostly empty, just a few kids with smartphones. Jill put hers aside and extended her hands, waiting for me to hand over the folder.
“I dunno, it’s not ready.”
“Come on, don’t be a baby,” she said, “I’ll give it back.”
“Okay,” I said, “But promise not to laugh.”
“Cross my heart,” she said.
She looked surprised when she opened the block and saw the cover. Then she started reading. After a few minutes she raised her head. Her cheeks were flushed.
“Wow,” she whispered in agitation, “This is great. And scary, too. I forgot where I was for a second. Wow.”
That caught me off guard. I did not expect anyone to like it, especially not Jill. And she had no stake in being nice to me.
“Really, what do you like about it,” I said and I regretted immediately. I did not want to be an attention whore, I wanted to be cool.
She just smiled a bright smile full of sunshine and got back to my dark and scary comic book.