As I cooked April's breakfast I stole a few glances at her. She was using her thumb and forefinger to play with a strand of her hair and staring out my kitchen window. I wondered what she was thinking. I almost asked her a few times, but decided against it. She deserved the privacy of her own mind. Besides, some thoughts are best left unspoken. I guess that's why I also didn't tell her how beautiful she looked with the morning light hitting her face.

When I was done, I set the glass of orange juice and plate of scrambled eggs in front of her at the table. "Here you go" I said softly.

"Thanks" she said, picking up the glass. Her gaze hadn't left the window.

"You alright?" I asked.

She nodded, then looked at me as if she could tell I knew she was lying. "I don't want to go back there" she said with a crack in her voice. "I don't want to see them again. I don't know where I'm going to go, but I can't stay with them anymore."

"I meant what I said, April. You can stay with me as long as you need." Without thinking I put my hand on top of hers. I repeated the words of a nursing professor in my head to make me feel better "physical touch can be comforting." Still, something about it felt different than mere comfort. If I were honest, I knew I wasn't touching her for her benefit alone.

She stared at my hand for the longest time. Too long. I was afraid she was going to storm out. Instead she looked me in the eye. "You're the nicest person I've ever known."

"Thank you" I said. I wasn't sure what else to say.

"Whatever" she smiled, gently pulling her hand away. I knew by then that was what April did when a moment got to emotional. She broke the tension by feigning apathy. But she did care. She cared about me, even if it wasn't the same way I was starting to care about her.

"All my shit is still at my parent's house" she said.

"I can get it for you" I offered.

"Ann, you've done too much…"

I waved her off. "Oh stop it. I don't mind. Really. When I'm gone you can pick our next movie."

"Our next movie?" she asked with a smirk.

"Well I'm certainly not going to pick a movie I like again so you can walk all over it."

"Okay" she said. "I'll pick the movie."

"Great."

"Ann?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

I smiled. "You're welcome April."