“No worries,” Nadia chirped, waving a dismissive hand, not wanting the other female to feel bad. “It was worth a shot. I don’t need to find a place urgently, it’d just be nice to have a proper home, y’know?” A small laugh was emitted from her lips, of which curled up into a gentle smirk. The offer of a shower was no doubt a kind one, but somewhat double sided– did it look like she hadn’t bathed in a while? Perhaps so. “Thanks, but there’s a communal bathroom at the hostel I’m staying in.” She exhaled, long and slow. “I’m afraid I’m nothing as thrilling as a serial killer. Just your average girl, really. I mean, I did stab someone in the hand with a pen once, but it was self defence so I don’t think that really counts.”
The news that the stranger worked in a diner was responded to with an eager nod, shrugging the bag from her shoulder to take out a handful of posters. “Here– if you’re sure? That’d be great.” Nadia closed the rucksack once more with an audible zipping noise, allowing it to dangle from one handle as she held it in hand. “Is there anything I can do for you to make up the favour?” She gave a small nod towards the grocery bags that the other was holding. “I’ll help you carry those back to wherever you live, if you want.” As someone who enjoyed helping others, it was the least she could do. Besides, knowing a few more people around Eastbourne could hardly be a bad thing. “I’m Nadia, by the way. Nads for short.”
“Oh I know, there’s nothing like your own bed and your own shower, and don’t overestimate the power of having your own closet instead of keeping all your clothes in a suitcase” She laughed too, understanding her situation and feeling grateful for having her own little house waiting foe her. “Well the offer is still up, just in case you decide you want to have a private bathroom for a change” Maybe she trusted too easily but Abby couldn’t help but offer. She liked to think she would like to be in the opposite place and get this nice offer from a stranger as well. “Pens are really dangerous, does this mean you’re running from justice? Maybe I should Google the pen serial killer, your picture could be up there” She joked.
“Yeah, definitely. A lot of people visit the place and they won’t have any troubles with me putting them up there” After all, she was still one of the owner’s favorite employees, even when technically she didn’t work there anymore. “Could you? You would be really helpful, I like to look and act strong but my arms are already sore” She confessed. “I don’t live far away, you could have breakfast with me and my daughter. “I’m Abigail, Abby for shorts”







