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."

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