Maverick: Yeah, that's probably why I don't talk much.People don't want to hear what I have to say.
Belle: I like it.
It felt good that she liked how I was.For so long, I felt like I stood out in my family, or maybe I wanted to.That's why I got into trouble.I was seeking something because there were so many of us, constantly vying for our parents' attention.
But Belle was an only child, and she couldn't get her parents' focus.
Belle: I'm getting sleepy.
Maverick: Good night.
Belle: See you tomorrow.
I needed to figure out what I was making Belle tomorrow for dinner and clean the house.I didn't want her to think I was messy.
I was so used to living alone; I'd have to take a good look at it from her perspective.Was I someone she'd want to date?Or would she think I wasn't ready for a relationship?
I'd never talked to a girl before bed like this.I remember my brothers doing it in school, especially Ford with Natasha.But I'd never felt the need to talk to someone that much.With Belle, I wanted to get to know her, and surprisingly, I wanted her to get to know me too.
