𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘗𝘖𝘓𝘐𝘊𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘞𝘈𝘚 𝘘𝘜𝘐𝘌𝘛, ㅤas it usually was in such a small nondescript midwestern town, but Steve was vibrating next to her. Visibly restraining himself from vibrating right out the door; his knee revving up whatever anxiety the guy was feeling. Isla watched it out of the corner of her eye tracking every bounce absently and otherwise not present in the moment. She wasn't even entirely sure why they were at the station, well, she did but she wasn't sure what the police thought they were there for.
"𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘌𝘚𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘋𝘖 𝘐𝘚 𝘒𝘌𝘌𝘗 𝘘𝘜𝘐𝘌𝘛."ㅤ@decoronation advised under his breath bringing Isla's attention back to present. Blinking a few times processing his statement, Isla slowly, almost comically, turned her head to stare at Steve.
When has she ever been the talkative type? Even on good days? Even at parties or supposedly "fun" outings? And when in the history of Isla Maureen Blake has she ever been the one to offer up any sort of information of the goings on in her life? Steve was worried about the wrong one and she reminded him of that with a deadpanned, "𝘛𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘈𝘋𝘝𝘐𝘊𝘌, 𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘛𝘖𝘕. 𝘛𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘒𝘕𝘌𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘚𝘏𝘜𝘛 𝘜𝘗."