"Hello. My name is Bonnie Wesley."
That's what she said to him.
Sunlight streamed through the window. The corners of her eyes lifted ever so slightly, curving into a gentle smile as she looked at him.
That was their first meeting.
Dante Flagg's gaze lingered on Bonnie's face. He could clearly feel the heavy thud in his chest, right where his heart was. He stared at her for a long moment, lashes trembling before his hoarse voice finally broke the silence, "Dante Flagg."
Later, he stayed in her apartment to recover.
Bonnie never once asked about his identity, nor why he was wounded so badly. She simply took him in.
Winter evenings felt even shorter. In her apartment, the stereo was blasting at full volume. When Dante walked out of the bedroom, he saw the place crowded with foreign men and women, arms draped over each other, laughing and dancing.
His eyes immediately found Bonnie on the sofa. She noticed him and waved eagerly.
"Dante, you're up! Come here."
