Bertram had barely been paying attention the entire mathematics class so far, his mind more preoccupied with thinking about his mother and how Marc had known of her passing. Oh how he missed her so much. If she was still alive then he would not be at this school, he would be home with her and his garden. His garden… Bertram was off in a daydream.
He wasn’t aware of the girl who entered the class late until she sat down beside him. She was rather pretty, quite like a Poppy, except with bright blue eyes rather than black. “Bread is a funny invention, isn’t it?”, she blurted out.
Although he was alarmed by the outburst, he didn’t show it and simply gave her a warm smile in return. “It is quite, isn’t it? Particularly peculiar how it is made from ground wheat.” As he was sitting, he could only bow his head and offer her his hand on a slight tilt, palm up. “Good Morning, my name is Bertram. May I inquire as to knowing yours?”
@Cadborosa - Jara - I love her internal monologue!