06-12-2014, 04:34 PM
As he expected, Zoya's expression darkened when he informed her about removing the pictures. And then, just as quickly, her eyes lit up as she understood his meaning and a quick grin broke across her face. For the first time she didn't seem saucy or snarky or even pouty. She really was pretty. And then he couldn't help but return the smile as she fake-commiserated about 'losing' those pictures.
To his offer of a ride, she responded “Thanks, but I think I’ll just go ahead and make my call, after you return my wallet.”
He hoped she got a ride. It was cold out there. The sky had been overcast all night, with heavy oppressive clouds, the kind that seemed thick on the bottom, ready to drop. It was going to snow, if it hadn't started already. But she was already off in some corner on the phone. He shrugged and went back to getting his things. He could leave right then and there but he wanted to see what she was going to do. It was late too.
She hung up, waved at him and then walked out. He only saw the back of her head, but he did see the Desk Officer roll eyes and then those same eyes follow her out. Ivan definitely could appreciate that. She is hot. No question. And then laughed. Yeah, she's hot. And she knows it too. He shook his head. Still, she was something.
He spoke with a couple guys for a moment and then made his way out. The night was cold, but had the dense feel about it, as if the air were compressed, the fat snow flakes floating down in bunches. His hair immediate was crystalled. He walked to his car and got in, started the thing up, and pulled out.
For some reason, he drove more slowly out of the lot onto the street. It wasn't just the compacted mix of fresh and old snow and ice. Something else. Maybe a block or two down the road he saw her walking. He shook his head. Stubborn to the end. She'd rather walk in the snow late at night than accept a ride.
He sighed and drove in her direction, slowing down when parallel with her. Rolling down the window he looked at her for a moment, then said, "So....you're going to walk home in this?"
He offered her a smile. "You sure you don't want a lift home?"
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Jun 12 2014, 08:10 PM.
To his offer of a ride, she responded “Thanks, but I think I’ll just go ahead and make my call, after you return my wallet.”
He hoped she got a ride. It was cold out there. The sky had been overcast all night, with heavy oppressive clouds, the kind that seemed thick on the bottom, ready to drop. It was going to snow, if it hadn't started already. But she was already off in some corner on the phone. He shrugged and went back to getting his things. He could leave right then and there but he wanted to see what she was going to do. It was late too.
She hung up, waved at him and then walked out. He only saw the back of her head, but he did see the Desk Officer roll eyes and then those same eyes follow her out. Ivan definitely could appreciate that. She is hot. No question. And then laughed. Yeah, she's hot. And she knows it too. He shook his head. Still, she was something.
He spoke with a couple guys for a moment and then made his way out. The night was cold, but had the dense feel about it, as if the air were compressed, the fat snow flakes floating down in bunches. His hair immediate was crystalled. He walked to his car and got in, started the thing up, and pulled out.
For some reason, he drove more slowly out of the lot onto the street. It wasn't just the compacted mix of fresh and old snow and ice. Something else. Maybe a block or two down the road he saw her walking. He shook his head. Stubborn to the end. She'd rather walk in the snow late at night than accept a ride.
He sighed and drove in her direction, slowing down when parallel with her. Rolling down the window he looked at her for a moment, then said, "So....you're going to walk home in this?"
He offered her a smile. "You sure you don't want a lift home?"
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Jun 12 2014, 08:10 PM.