“Yeah, uh, no problem.”
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. ❞