[ She’s gone for a walk, too much time inside tends to mess with her head a little but the area she lives in isn’t the safest for a girl of her age. Alleyways and dead ends on every horizon but they never seem to give her any trouble. Sunday’s almost on the home straight until a boy is blocking her course. ]
“Excuse me ——”
[ Pause. Crystalline hues stop wandering and focus in on him. She feels a wave of recollection wash over her but she isn’t quite sure why. Something about him is familiar, she’s too urbane to let it go. ]
“Do I know you?”
“No! I mean –– ”
[ What does he mean? He knows her, if that’s what he’s trying to say, her every detail and flaw imaginable, but she doesn’t know him. Not technically. He’s just been there, watching. Standing idly by. It’s what he’s been appointed to do.
Not that he enjoys it. Not by a landslide. Personally, he’d rather be dead. ]
“I live in the neighborhood. But we’ve never actually met.”
