❛ Nah, I’m good -- it’s cool. ❜ he was always last to show up and first to leave - - - but his attempt today faltered by a misbalance and a folder crashing to the floor. Didn’t help one by one people began shuffling them left and right like leaves. He just watched for the stampede to end, not wanting a part of it. So he waits and then begins snatching them one by one, setting them on the counter beside, shoe-marks stamped on half of them. Brown eyes lift to a voice belonging to that quiet girl in the class. Other new kid : the girl with the crescent mark on her wrist. He ducks his eyes down again, ❛ Shouldn’t you be , like, heading off to lunch or something ? ❜
SHE’S EMPATHETIC – and insistent. she doesn’t take heed to his words, but rather bends over and helps pick up few of the papers scattered askew before they’re too tainted. she hands them to him, only feeling that it’s right for her to give whatever hand she can here and there. it’s rather the aftermath that asserts her back to her typical self; bella swan, quiet but not shy, introverted but there if you needed her. but she exchanges a small smile with the boy anyways. ❛ – i’ve been debating on just going out to my truck. or the library. i guess some days i’d just rather not deal with.., ❜ she waves her hand after the stampede that’s passed, ❛ – crowds. you started here recently too, didn’t you? new people definitely don’t go unnoticed here.. how are you finding it all? ❜
