When I woke up again, Jonathan was still in my apartment.
I was a little surprised, rubbing my eyes several times.
He had his sleeves rolled up, carrying food out from the kitchen.
“You’re awake? Want something to eat?”
“Why… didn’t you leave?”
Jonathan set the plate down, standing by the dining table, looking at me with my sleepy face. “I was afraid that if I left, you’d ignore me for a long time again.”
He was wearing glasses, his hair unstyled, falling softly over his forehead. He looked like a piece of warm, polished silver.
I liked how he looked with his glasses on. But I liked it even more when I could take them off myself.
“Jonathan…” I walked up to him, looking into his eyes.
“I have nothing right now. I might even lose my job. And… I’m not really the daughter of the Robinsons–I’m just an abandoned child they adopted.
“I’m selfish and maybe a little vain. I don’t think you’d like someone like me.”
Jonathan seemed to sense my vulnerability, my insecurity, my helplessness. He reached out and hugged me tightly.
“Katherine, I’ve never cared about anything–except for you.”
“Why?” I stared at him, whispering in disbelief.
Why me? Why would you like me? Someone like me, full of contradictions, full of pride mixed with deep–seated inferiority.
“There’s no why. I just like you.”
Jonathan slowly lowered his head and kissed me gently.
