“You are different from what I thought my mate would be like.” I feel myself get immediately defensive. “How? What did you think your mate would be like?” “Soft spoken. Demure.” I blink. “Oh. Well…I’m sure I could talk softer or something. You mean, like, you want me to whisper? I’m sure I could be super good at whispering,” I whisper. Okot breaks into laughter, and I’m not entirely sure if I should be offended or not. “What? You don’t think I can be quieter? I totally could.”
