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Roy awoke one day, hazy with pain, to find a care package on his bedside. He would never say no to chocolate, but he knew someone who would enjoy it more.
“What do you call this in your language?” he asked Alexandria later.
“What?” Her big brown eyes were fixed on the foil-wrapped bar.
“What do you call this?” he repeated. He realized he didn’t even know which language she spoke. “Alexandria?”
She turned her gaze to his. “And then I can have some?”
He nodded, a smile blooming across his face.
“Ciocolată.”
That wasn’t so different from English. He gave her a piece of chocolate.
“How do you say thank you?”
“Thank you?” Alexandria mumbled around her mouthful.
He smiled again. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d smiled so much. “No, not in English! Your other language.”
“Mersi. Could I have some more?”
“How do you say please?”
“Ple—” Catching his expression, a laughing sort of frown, she changed gears. “Te rog. Ciocolată, te rog. Fără alte întrebări!”
He didn’t need to know her language to know what that meant. “Alright, alright. Please forgive me. Thank you for teaching me your words.” Smiling, he handed her another square.