As their shift ended, Ross kept a watchful eye on Hannah as she left with Thomas.
There was something strange about her. More than one thing, that was for sure. He wasn’t nervous about her being dangerous or anything, she seemed like such a sweet girl, but she was obviously hiding something that was bad enough for others not to know.
Maybe Thomas could get something out of her, and ease his mind a little.
“Thanks for showing me the ropes, Thomas…” Hannah said shyly as they approached the bike rack outside of Geil’s.
“You know, you can call me Tommy…” he told her.
She laughed nervously. “I hardly know you…”
He smiled at her, flashing a cute grin. “Everyone calls me Tommy.”
She smiled back at him, but her eyes were filled with a sadness he couldn’t understand.
“…Are you sure you’re okay?” He got off his bike.
“What? Oh-No, no, I’m fine.” She took a step back.
Her body language told him to back off, so he complied, putting his hands up in surrender.
“Alright, I’m sorry.”
“No…It’s not anything you did, Thoma-err…Tommy…”
He looked at her sadly as her gaze shifted back down to the ground.
She shyly looked up at him.
“Look…I just met you, and…I don’t expect you to be forward…” He scratched his head nervously before continuing. “But if you want to talk…about anything that, you know, you’d be willing to share with a guy…I’ll help the best I can. Since you’re new in town, and I’ve lived here my whole life, I know-”
“Tommy…” she interrupted. “You really shouldn’t worry about me…”
“You just seem so…upset all the time…I…Well, it makes me feel bad.”
Hannah wanted to die.
This boy, this sweet, tender, boy, made her feel so...happy. It made her want to cry. She’d known him for such a short while, and she felt a growing soft spot for him already, and it would only grow larger over time. She didn’t want this, she couldn’t handle it. But she was stuck at Geil’s, she had no where else to go.
“If Taylor tries to bother you again, just tell me and I’ll make him shut up, okay?”
“I…I have to go.” She started to back away from him.
Thomas gave up. Hannah didn’t appear to be in any mental state to let someone in. It was foolish for him to even bring up the subject of talking, he’d only known her for about two days.
“Wait, I didn’t mean to freak you out…!” he said desperately, trying to salvage whatever friendship they may have had.
“No, you didn’t.” She stopped, meeting his gaze. “It’s not you, Tommy. There’s just…some complicated things that have happened, and…I need time, okay?”
That answer gave him hope.
Then he realized how naive he was being. What was hoping to have with this girl? Of course not some kind of relationship, he didn’t want one, nor did he seem like her type, or her, his, and he certainly had enough friends.
There was just something about this girl, some kind of emanation she produced that said help me, and he certainly wanted to try. He didn’t like seeing anyone as nervous as she was, especially if he was to work with her.
“So…you promise not to be depressed all the time?” asked Tommy. She smiled at him.
“Of course…” She tried to make this as sincere as possible.