futuresees , emil.
gaze absently fixates on the concrete sidewalk as he moves towards the steps of his apartment. it’s been a quieter day than usual and while that should be some sort of comfort, it never is for him. the silence leaves too much room for his mind to wander in directions he would rather avoid. head lifts when he’s addressed and his brows arch slightly. he gives a small shake of the head “ i’m afraid not. ” there’s an apologetic expression which crosses his features. he has plenty of his vices, but this is not among them. emil lingers a moment before nodding down the street behind her “ gas station a few blocks down should have some. ” hand dives into his pocket for his keys while he eyes the stranger. he should probably go inside, but something about her and the situation feels strange. “ you new? ” he hasn’t seen her the complex. but that probably isn’t saying much; he is something of a hermit after all.
she frowns , pulling the cigarette out of her mouth and tucking it behind her ear for later. it was really just an excuse to talk to him , after all. her nicotine cravings could wait until later. she glances over her shoulder at the indicated gas station , making a note of it for later. when her gaze returns to him , he’s already digging in his pocket and she hears the tell-tale jingle of keys. her window of opportunity was closing quickly. her nerves are making her heart pound , but she’s desperate to appear steadfast , ❛ no ━ uh my friend lives here. she said she’d be home , but I didn’t get an answer. ❜ a boldfaced lie. she readjusts her hair , pushing it over her shoulder. she swallows hard and watches him gravitate towards the door , ❛ ━ hey , wait. ❜ she calls , catching his arm. it was the only thing she could think of to stop him from slipping through her fingers. she was desperate , she releases quickly , realizing she’d likely stepped out of bounds. americans were strange about touching. ❛ sorry , I just wanted to ask you something. ❜
