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Halstead had been on his way home from a small walk. It was a little cooler outside than he wanted it to be, but he knew he had to get out of the house. Sitting inside cooped up writing all day was a killer, and he wasn’t looking for the familiar feeling of being trapped and anxious that came with it. He had locked himself up plenty of times to know don’t do that. He wasn’t looking up when he just about ran into someone, stopping in his tracks and looking down at the person. “Shit, sorry.”
Looking down at her now tea stained boots, James let out a quiet sigh. “Oh no, its fine really. I’m sure it wasn’t on purpose or anything.” She smiled. These things just seemed to happen to James more frequently then not so she wasn’t really that upset about it. “I was thinking that it was time to switch to something stronger then tea anyways.” She smiled and tossed the empty cup in the trash near her. She reached in her bag grabbing some tissues and bent down to wipe off the honey tea off her boots. They weren’t nice or new by any means but she wasn’t trying to go out the rest of the night with sticky boots. “I would advise looking up from the street though,” she gestured to the buildings around her “there’s a big beautiful city all around you worth looking at. Prettier then then the cracked up sidewalks at least.”















