Matthew listened to her as she spoke. She seemed so exciting about something that was supposably just a small shop. Sells all sorts of things? He didn't have enough money to buy anything. He also would never ask anyone to buy anything for him. He was independent due to having to learn to be. Otherwise he'd never have made it this long. Not with the life he had behind closed doors. He looked at Viola studyingly. Nodding his head as she spoke. Madame Leona? That was an interesting name. He kinda like it. It was unique like Viola's was. Helistened to her speak. Feel needed? What did that even feel like? He hadn't the faintest idea. He looked at her. "I feel them...doesn't do me any good to feel them...if I can't see them. Or hear them. Least don't think I can. Sometimes I think I hear my grandmother's voice." He said softly. Not wanting anyone to hear that admittion. He blinked a bit. "Friendly ghosts. Kinda puts me in mind of that Casper movie." He said with a light chuckle. He looked to the side. "It may be difficult for me to come often if at all." he said without explaining what he meant. Blinking and looked back to her when she spoke again. A light smile crossing his lips. He didn't trust but he felt he could trust her. "Sure Viola...we can be friends."<br/><br/>He looked at his watch. "Meet you there. At that place." Even if it would cause him issues when he did get home. "I have one more class. So I'll meet you at the place you've been talking about." He stood up and gathered his things. Going off and going to class. The class took a very long time when he was excited about going to see the place his new friend worked. It sounded odd saying that in his head. He never took friends because he couldn't trust them. Yet for some reason he trusted Viola. When class was over he left the school and turned the direction she told him to. Walking and looking for the building. Finally finding it like fifteen minutes later. His bookbag thrown over one shoulder. He opened the buildings door and walked inside. "Viola? You here?" he called out. He was quite nervous about being here. His eyes darted everywhere. What if someone saw him and told his father where he was? That would make this place not a safe place to go anymore. That would be horrible.