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[=BookAntiqua][=13]
It was difficult not to notice the amount of sheer dismay that coated her face, of which each glance that he stole sent a pang through his heart while he waited in the doorway. Slinging a white backpack over her shoulder, she approached the other man and wrapped her arms around his waist, holding on as if this was a final goodbye. His large hand touched the top of her head, stroking the ropes of hair reassuringly before urging her to go along with what was still essentially a stranger to her. Begrudgingly, she obeyed; gaze cast to the floor and feet shuffling in its wake. In the same moment, the two men locked eyes; one mainly unapologetic (
bring her back in one piece), the other thwarted (
wonder what you’ve been telling her about me).
The door shut behind them, sealing the faint animosity in its frame as the pair left silently. The bus ride was more or less a stage for forced chatting with long periods of her uninterested silence in-between. The dull and grimy window was all that seemed to hold her attention for the entire trip, even as she murmured answers for his questions painted with a layer of sincerity. Her fingers fidgeted with her woven bracelets the whole time; when he noticed, he eased off the small talk and wordlessly entertained the obvious.
She didn’t like him.
The vehicle’s hiss signaled their stop finally- and she wouldn’t have known it if the man hadn’t stood up, indicating she should follow suit. The frigid February air greeted them again on the outside, inciting a sniffle from the girl as a leftover favor of her earlier illness as she followed behind him toward the building.
The air inside was stale, but warm. Her disenchanted grassy green eyes flickered around as the elevator made its slow approach. She could tell that he wasn’t well off, monetarily speaking.