The child’s voice made Bella jump slightly, and she quickly forced a smile on her face when she realized that it was, indeed, a child. “Wrong? Nothing’s wrong! What made you think that?” Her smile quickly fell and she began to chew on her bottom lip, the spoon she had previously been holding slipping out of her grasp to land on the table with a soft clank.

She always was a terrible liar.

“I’m just … worried about someone, is all.” Who was this little boy and why was he so perceptive? Lifting her eyes to look at the child – green hair? That was pretty random – finally, Bella smiled, reaching out to grasp at her spoon once again. “Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s fine. Yep. Fine. Perfectly fine. Not stabbed.”

The last part slipped out, and she blushed, ducking her head slightly. “Sorry. Uh.” Trying to change the subject, the teenager grinned. “I’m Bella. Who’re you?”