Vii
Pretty in Pink
Lev Hsi
His reaction was immediate, compulsive. As if a cat whose personal boundaries had been revoked, Lev's body grew tense at being greeted so casually by a stranger. His eyes identified a fellow teenager, one assumed of Indian descent. A Child, no doubt. Or an EVA pilot, if you may. Her others confirmed so too. Fortunately, her English was basic, easy to understand. For her, perhaps. Lev had never been keen to chit-chat, so to say, he found it pointless. But a greeting was a greeting. Might as well make an effort to estabilish a civil relationship. Even if her question is rather redundant. I mean, why else would I be here?
"Yes. Lev Hsi. Sixth Child. You?" It was best not to get too cocky with his own English. Even after months of studying the language, he still carried around a translation booklet, just in case someone were to sprout words he was not familiar as of yet. He shifted in his seat, trying his best not to be blatant in giving away his lack of comfort in a situation like this. Silence was far easier for him to bare with, no matter how awkward it was. Maybe he should have brought his headphones with him, should have been easier to get the point across...
While scanning her briefly out of mild curiosity, he could not help but notice envy build upgrade inside him by the sight of a papercup filled with coffee. He should have asked the agent he was assigned with to allow him to get one, now that he thought about it... As the car began to pull out from the spot it was on, patience filled him little by little. He just had to wait a bit more, that's all. He just hoped he would not fall asleep along the way....
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