Faith walked over to the window and looked out of it.
Wow, guess I must've bummed him out... Alex though, somewhat guiltily. He started to climb out of his chair, but the memories of his life in the human world pulled him back. It's fine...it's fine, he told himself harshly, he probably won't even remember meeting me by tomorrow..
Faith walked outside and to his car. He then sat inside of it. He sighed and then started it.
Alex began panicing when Faith started to leave. His immediate instinct was that he was going to the authorities, he had somehow found out Alex's secret. He ran out to his car, waving him down, yelling, "Wait! Stop!"
Faith pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. He backed up and stopped next to Alex. "Yeah. I thought you don't like me. I was just going home cause theres nothing to do here." He said.
Alex, feeling embarassed at the awkward situation he was in, stammered, "N...no, I...uh, I like you." He tried to give him his most disarming smile, holding out his hand friendily. He only half-believed this guy's story, and decided to keep an eye on him until his visit was over.
Faith took his hand and shaked it. "Oh. Then why were you trying to block me out?" He asked.
"I'm...I'm a little shy," he said, feeling anxious. He had never been this far in a conversation before. "But..you seem really nice, and I'm sorry I scared you away." He started jusging what he said the moment it left his lips--was it soo sappy? Not sincere enough?..
Faith sighed. He pulled back into the lot and parked. He then got back out of the car.
Alex walked beside him, doing his best to smile. "Can I buy you a drink?" he suggested cheerfully. He had plenty of money--preventing this person from telling anyone about him was worth much more than the groceries he could retrieve later.
"Naw. I have my own money." Faith said.He walked over to the bar. "One shot of vodka please." He said.
Alex, grateful at his chance to get to the bar without being conspicuous, ordered the same thing Faith did. Anything would do, might as well seem casual. "Come here often?" he asked offhandedly, trying to seem more interested in him this time.
"Not really." Faith told Alex.
"This is my favorite place to get a drink," Alex droned, seeing that Faith wasn't engaged. He glanced at the other people in the room, most of them at the bar with him, and whispered to Faith, "draws quite the crowd, doesn't it?"
"What does? the bar?" Faith asked Alex.
Alex nodded, gesturing to Hona's sword. "Can't find this stuff anywhere else," he noted quietly.
"Yeah you can. You just have to look." He said. "I carry a gun, she carries a sword. We all carry something.
Did people talk about guns? Alex asked himself. Deciding against it, since he knew next to nothing about them, he continued with the sword. "Really, what would you do with a sword like that? A gun I'd understand, but..."
"Yes I would. If I had one." Faith said.
"Well, this is interesting," Alex said genuinely, "do tell: what would you do with such a sword?"