Something told her not to come this way. That little voice in the back of her mind was yapping up a storm before she was heading out and now she knew why. Malina just wished she saw him before he noticed her.
Chadwick had been curiously eyeing construction workers at play. Being from the thirties it sparked his interest to see how recent factories were being built. But as soon as he heard the clicking of her heels, down the stone walkway, his full attention drew to her.
Malina didn't know what to say to him. Nothing at all, was her first choice. So she'd rolled with it .It wasn't like she was the one who started the argument. Slowly, her hands fit in her coat's pockets. She carried on as if he was a complete stranger.
"Want to murder someone with me?" he mocked. Malina rolled her eyes. " I was teasing. Come on." he pestered." You shouldn't walk out here in the dark alone. Evidently you're wanted by the government."
Malina frowned as his shoulder bumped against hers. "Did I stutter?"
"When?"
"When I said fuck off. Or are you just that out dated to the saying? Because I can catch you up,"
"I believe that someone's been watching you on you little strolls home." he whispered, ignoring the rude comment.
"Yeah. Like you?" she laughed "Please I can handle myself." with a firm hold on her forearm Chadwick squinted in the distance. Something or someone was moving in one of the shop widows above them.
"Stop," she hissed.
"Someone's there," Malina glared upward.
A man with a bakers cap spun around his home, with the biggest smile on his face, dancing to upbeat music. His lips mouthed the words perfectly.
"You're ridicules," with a yank, she began down the street again.
" You want to stop then? With this whole knowing each other thing?"
"Your not going to. This is your life Chadwick. There's nothing left for you," it sounded cold but it was true.
Everything that he used to know had already weathered away. His family, friends, home. All of it was gone.