(True. This could be very interesting, she has no idea about Calder or anything)
"I like Tara, too," Alina objected. "And—well—why don't you try again someday? Because... I mean... it doesn't seem right to give up on so much. It's tough and maybe you can share that. Maybe she feels like—kind of like Calder. Maybe she feels like she can't show it hurts."
“Calder? What does Calder have to do with your sister?” She frowned picking up the name Calder from the sentences
Alina put a hand over her mouth "I'm—sorry—I probably wasn't meant to say this."
“Really?” She stared at her “whoa. That’s so sad, poor Calder. I never met your sister but I’m assuming the room I'm in was hers? I kinda saw her name scratched into the windowsill”
"Yeah, it's not exactly the way we wanted things to be," Alina sighed, "In fact, far from it. And yeah, that's her room. I'm not surprised you saw her name there. I don't know why she did it, but she did. It used to be hidden by all her plants. I'd forgotten all about it."
She saw Calder and glanced at him. Poor guy, “yeah. Don’t worry I won’t scratch my name in” she joked again
Calder, standing in the doorway, almost retorted, I should jolly well hope not! And is this really time for joking?
“Sorry Calder” she said looking at him “um but this was kinda a bit private or at least my side is” she felt uncomfortable. She stood “actually it’s um okay you guys can talk and I will go” she walked out the door leaving them in the room. She pulled her hoodie over her head and walked down the stairs.
"Tara!" Alina called, but too late. She turned to Calder, anger in her vivid blue eyes. "Did you have to?" she snapped.
