Kalina smiled when Pratt, as he liked to be called, agreed to be her partner for the activity. It seemed she’d at least made a new friend (besides Colline), even if it was for something as stupid as this. Kalina crossed her arms and thought for a moment.

“I’ll go first, then,” she said, taking the lead. “Gimme a second to think…”

She thought about what she could possibly say. Two truths and a lie, huh? She decided she’d might as well try to make it interesting and not say something that was obviously a lie like ‘I have a pet unicorn.’ Her eyes fluttered open briefly and looked over at the water, which was becoming dark as the sky darkened as well. She flipped her sunglasses down over her eyes so he couldn’t see her expression clearly.

“My middle name is Mae,” she said, still looking over the water.

“I can count to ten in Arabic.” Her was remained straight.

“I can play the piano.” As she said the last statement, her gaze turned back to Pratt and she grinned. Everything could be feasible, so she wondered which one he’d call her out on as a lie.

“Which one is it?” she asked, putting a hand on her hip.
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Jack squinted at the girl’s phone display in confusion. Was she mute or something? Why wouldn’t she talk to him?

“I’m a very good liar,” he read aloud, after which he straightened back up and crossed his arms. “If you’re going to write out everything on a phone display, then anyone would be a good liar,” he pointed out. “I won’t be able to read your facial expression.” He couldn’t help but wonder if she was taking the game too seriously or if she really couldn’t talk.

“Whatever,” he said aloud, deciding that it didn’t matter if she talked or not, and the activity was mind-bogglingly stupid anyway. “Is that one of the three things about yourself or is it just a warning?”

He half-expected a vocalized response from the cute girl, but doubted he’d get one. Maybe she was mute after all. He didn’t think he’d ever met a real mute person before. Didn’t they carry around computers or some kind of technology that spoke for them? Was she just shy? Or really weird? These questions pestered Jack’s conscious, but he again resolved that it really wasn’t that important, and at least she was communicating with him somehow.