making friends || tabitha & bruce
“Kid, there’ve got to be half a million more entertaining things you can be doing with your night than following me around,” Bruce said wryly, glancing sideways at the teenager walking with him. He shoved his hands in his pockets, staring up at the moon.
Inwardly, he was kicking himself. This, he reminded himself irritably, was why he didn’t go out in public. Of course the one time he’d decided to swing by an actual grocery store and not a street cart, he had to be recognized. Naturally, he’d tried to brush the kid off, but the girl was persistent. Still, eventually he’d find a way to shake her.
“Nightclub... babysitting... drinking gasoline... What do you want to be hanging around an old man like me for? Get lost. Go have some fun!”
