He is quick to follow her, almost to her chagrin. But in another sense, perhaps it was for the better. After all, being preoccupied with her own loop and landing meant she hadn’t had time to watch his much more practiced effort. Given her own niggling uncertainties, she might have been much less willing to continue this odd game if she had witnessed it.
Even without that adding to her already mounting questions, she’s not entirely sure why he had taken such an abrupt and keen interest in her, much less why he was trying to lure her into some unknown activity.
Is he a serial killer? Does she seem like an easy target?
Abruptly shaking her head, she scoffs at her own far-fetched antics. Good gods, what the hell is wrong with her? Nash couldn’t be any older than she was. While she can’t claim to be any kind of serial killer expert, she’s pretty sure he doesn’t fit the bill (of course, when one’s only template for relationships are her own mother’s ill-fated attempts, she could hardly be expected to know anything of what resembles a healthy relationship).
Still, she can’t help but find his invitation suspect.
Eying him warily, she shuffles her wings for a minute to buy time before asking slowly, “What kind of adventure?” She pauses before clarifying quickly, “You don’t want to do anything… weird, right?”
- noel