“Tell me your name.” It slips out of my mouth before I can put too much thought into it. She doesn’t immediately reply and as the seconds stretch with heavy silence, I try to think of something else to ask, but all I’m hyper fixating on is her name. “Josefine.” “Josefine.” I mirror her position, lying on my side. “I’m here for you, Josefine.” “You don’t know me.” A tinge of annoyance coats her words. “Let me get to know you,” I desperately goad. “There’s nothing to know.” “There’s always something to know.”
