He had this urge to apologize for the awkward situation he may have been the cause of, but it would only make the scene worse. He settled back into his new spot, readying to reopen the book that his finger was jammed in the middle of when he caught a glimpse of the pictures the girl was examining next to him.
A hard swallow and a quite clear of the throat later, he began to speak in a softer tone than before, not wanting to spook the girl.
“I know it’s none of my business, and I just caught it out of the corner of my eye, but why are you looking at pictures of dead bodies?”
It wasn’t all that strange to him, considering his brother was once caught in class looking at disturbing photos of recent victims but this girl seemed too pretty to be a nut job like Stiles.
➳ Her eyes shifted from her screen to her neighbour, teeth meddling with her lower lip as she gauged his expression. On the plus side, he doesn’t quite look like he’ll lose his lunch, or like he’s about to call the police. It’s a good start.
❝I’m not a serial killer, I swear…?❞
She grimaces, knowing exactly how lame that must sound. Somehow, the conversation–if it can even be called that (seems like it’s mostly just Lydia fumbling around in a sorry attempt to have any semblance of normalcy)– just became several degrees more awkward. Fingers runs through her hair as Lydia offers and embarrassed laugh.
❝I’m the medical examiner’s assistant, and I’m stuck writing the reports this time. ❞
