Bonnie walked with her plate to a meza, jedwali and wanted to start eating when she felt a pair of eyes burning in her back. She looked up and saw Keith standing inayofuata to her shooting her a meaningful glance. Bonnie, not wanting to be rude, waved at the kiti, kiti cha opposite of her. Keith walked around the table, put his plate down and sank on the chair.
“Keith Dason” Keith introduced himself. Bonnie accepted his hand. “Bonnie Bennett” she said. She started eating.
Keith, however, didn’t touch his food, but kept staring at Bonnie. Bonnie looked up, feeling uneasy. She swallowed.
“Why, eh, why are wewe here?” she asked to be polite.
“I saw something” Keith said. “My friend’s moyo got ripped out”
Bonnie looked at her plate. “That must have been awful” she mumbled. Keith nodded.
“She was a really close friend. We met three years ago. She was going through a hard time. Her parents kicked her out of the house, because she was…different”
Bonnie took a deep breath. “Different” she alisema soft. “I’d know how that feels”
“You do?” Keith asked curious.
Bonnie’s face stiffened. “Yeah, but not anymore” she quickly recovered herself. “I’m just like everyone else now”
“There was a time wewe weren’t?” Keith continued guessing.
Bonnie got up and took her plate. “I have to go”
“Oh” Keith said, sounding disappointed. “Eh, talk to wewe later?” he asked hopeful.
“Yeah, sure” Bonnie alisema and she walked away.