snippet of amalia's birthday fic!
“You new around here?” he asks, stretching his legs out in the sand.
She doesn’t look up, doesn’t even acknowledge his presence.
“I just kind of know everyone,” he continues. “Small town, you know?”
She still doesn’t show any sign that he’s there at all, but he won’t be deterred.
“I’m Finn,” he says.
Finally, she turns to look at him, her eyes narrowed into slits. “I’m trying to read, if you don’t mind. And I find I can concentrate a lot better if someone isn’t prattling on beside me.”
He just raises his eyebrows, raising his hands defensively. “Just trying to be friendly.”
“Well, don’t,” she replies curtly. Then she promptly buries her nose in her book once more.
Finn’s stunned for a moment, and he just watches her, his eyes still wide with shock.
She notices him still watching, and she looks back over at him. “Why are you still here?” she asks, her tone harsh.
“I was just leaving,” he mutters, pushing himself off the sand.
She watches him leave, then she turns back to his book.
Instead of being put off, he’s strangely attracted to her even more. He doesn’t even know her name, but he’s pretty sure he wants to.
It’s not the last time he sees the peculiar girl that summer.
