I couldn't believe it. She, Seattle, was the reason I wasn't a Silver Liner. She helped me, and many others escape too. I gave a small bow to her, just to be funny. It worked- she laughed.
We took a seat on the wood floors and started talking. About what, it didn't really matter. I was just glad to hear her voice, her laugh, to see her smile.
Hours passed, and it grew darker by the minute. "I'm glad..." she said finally.
"About what?" I asked.
"That I met you," she said, smiling at me. I smiled back.
"I'm glad I met you too. It's getting late, though..." I said trailing off.
"You have to go," she said. It wasn't a command, or a question- just finishing the sentence for me.
"Yeah. I'll see you on Monday," I said, standing up. She stood up too and walked the few short steps to the door with me.
"I wish you didn't," she said quietly, almost wistfully. I cocked my head at her. "I actually enjoy being around you," she explained.
"Do you think you might come back tomorrow?" she asked me.
"I can if you really want me to," I told her. She smiled and I smiled back. This night seemed to consist of our smiles.