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"I kid you not this bitch hissed at me," Rowan said.
I laughed. "She's like one of those evil hairless cats,"
"Please, all cats are evil," he rolled his eyes and sat at his desk chair then stared at me through the phone. "When are you coming back again?"
"Two weeks,"
"That's not a date, Dessa,"
"Well," I shrugged. "You'll see me when you see me,"
Rowan glared. "Haha, funny, moving on," he shuffled with something off screen. "What'd you do today?"
"Dad got us handmade pizza and pizza here is way better,"
"Well no shit, it's going to be better there,"
"Shut up," I muttered. "Anyways, we went to one of the museums of art. I thought I'd be bored but these people can actually paint, it didn't look like they just splashed paint onto the canvas,"
Rowan chuckled. "I've been to Italy, very nice for sightseeing,"
"Sightseeing by yourself," I said and Rowan nodded slowly. "Parents had to do business and just let me roam because they didn't want me in their hair," he said. "Which is ironic because my dad doesn't even have hair,"
I raised her hand to my mouth. "Damn,"
"Yeah, what about your dad? Hair? No Hair?"
"Hair, a lot of it," I nodded. "He's good,"
"The fake good or the real good?"
"The real one, he's nice and I don't know, he's dad, I like his friends too,"
"But," he trailed on for me. I sighed. "But I don't know, I still feel guarded around them,"
"Because of the personal shit you haven't told me about?"
"Yeah,"
"You're gonna tell me about it sometime, right?" he asked softly. "I don't mean to come off as pushy, but I don't know, I'm curious,"
"Yeah, I am, just not now,"
"Until I've fully gained your trust?"
I nodded.
"How far along am I? Can I have a scale? Or a percentage?" he leaned towards the camera.
I smiled lightly. "I'd say you're a good forty three percent,"
Rowan nodded. "I'll take it,"
"You're working your way up there,"
He grinned. "Dessa,"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for taking a chance on me," his smile was soft but his eyes were vulnerable. I suddenly felt like there was more to tell than just 'my parents don't care'.
