Are you ready for a perfect storm
He was peculiar to her, in many ways. But mostly because of the way his gaze dropped when she asked if he wanted to escape the cold. The time that it took him to answer. The more he spoke, the more she noticed that strange accent in which he spoke, it was unlike any she had ever heard before. He spoke softly, his gaze only lifting as she rose to stand. His thoughts spilled from his darkened lips, he must have thought about this before. Your 'ome is so much different from mine.
Audits already stood at attention, listening carefully to the strange man speak. For a moment she didn't know what to say. It was as though friendliness was unfamiliar to him, as though were he came from, emotions didn't exist. "Where do you come from?" It was then that she realized that he had never really answered any of her questions, sharing only his thoughts. For a moment, suspicion would rise in her chest, though it didn't show on her face. |