17 August 2012
"Technically speaking," I contradicted, trying to look over my shoulder to see who it was. "That's impossible for someone not in.. Like.. A coma. Or something like that."
"Hmph," the voice chuckled. I identified the "attacker" as a female. "Turn around."
As I did, I quickly analyzed her characteristics. She had medium, straight strawberry blonde hair and somewhat pale skin. Green eyes, medium height. Swimmer's build.
"Are you a swimmer by chance?" I asked awkwardly.
"Um... Yeah. In high school." she responded and looked at me strangely.
Im saying it now that I just wanted to make sure I was correct.
We stood there for a moment, face to face, when she took a step back and offered a hand. "Lexi."
I was confused, what was this gesture? I stuck out my hand like she did. "Maxwell," I replied, forgetting to make up an alias.
She chuckled. "You don't do handshakes, huh?" She grabbed a black pea coat and motioned me towards another door.
I cocked my head curiously. "What?"
"You've got a lot to explain, coming here like this," she giggled.
My sullen expression lifted, I had an idea. "Can we go to Stinsons Café?"
She looked at me curiously. "It's usually a place for couples to.." I didn't understand where she was going with it and I guess my expression showed that. "Sure," she nodded. "It's right downstairs anyways."
Bombshell Blonde-3 • Opuss № I