One Espresso Depresso
The stare lingered too long. Soleil tore her eyes away from Kaida’s, pulling her hat down. Kaida’s gaze shifted to the ground. That felt weird. Too weird. Too...personal, almost. She rolled her shoulders back. She felt another stare, albeit a brief one, and thought to peer to the source. She stopped herself with a sharp ‘No’ in her mind. She had to be imagining it. After all, why would Soleil even think of giving the likes of a so-called ‘delinquent’ a second glance?
And Kaida was right. When she heard a voice address the rest of the group, that voice, and finally looked up from the ground, she understood. Ashikaga-san was back on the scene, addressing everyone else with that friendly smile once again. The girl who most of the student body seemed to adore.
...most, being the most important word. Toro had basically told Soleil to mind her own business whilst chewing down on a toothpick like she watched fisherman down at the docks chew on tobacco. She almost agreed with him in some unfounded bitterness, yet, felt a sliver of guilt when she was about to. Why?
Soon, one-by-one, the lawless beasts of the Warden’s Ark began to move towards the lift. Kaida moved too, though, with her eyebrows so low they threatened to fall off her brow. Forget it, Kaida, she told herself. She’s getting under your skin. Just like in that fuckin’ van. The gall. The nerve. The--!
She collided into the shoulder of another body, not hard enough to send whoever it was tumbling to the ground, but enough to at least warrant some stumbles. Kaida stepped back, knocked out of her thoughts, staring at the person she had unwittingly knocked into. Guy with the headphones. Gin...Gin...something. Ginjiro, she thought, but she wasn’t sure. She didn’t see him or hear of him often enough for the name or the person to stick in her mind. She was caught in a strange limbo, staring at him with her jaw threatening to drop further than it already had in her surprise. He was probably just as bewildered by this encounter as she was. Perhaps it was time for an apology…?
No. Off-brand. Stick to the script. A voice inside her demanded. And without being able to help herself, or stop it, she stuck to her part. Her lips curled up in disdain as she growled, “Watch it, dipshit.” Done. Arrow fired and unable to do anything else but shoot in one direction. She scoffed, her hands digging further into her pockets before she walked past him. Really, she fled, before more trash came piling out of that mouth of hers.