"I don't, sorry," Kath replied, she didn't feel the need to engage any further, but the boy took a step closer to her.
"Disgusting habit. I know. But at least I actually smoke them. No redundant metaphors here."
"Well... I guess that's... something," Kath replied. She didn't really know what to say. The boy was cute. She'd give him that. But really she just wanted to spend the time alone. Preferably without having to try and pretend to be interested in this boy and his apparent lack of metaphors. Kath imagined this boy knew multiple languages and enjoyed a bowl of cereal at odd times of the day. She also imagined him to have no siblings and a penchant for collecting rocks he deemed to be cool-looking. But her imagination was more often than not far more interesting than real life.
"What's your shoe size?" tall boy asked, gesturing to Kath's battered trainers.
"Um... a size 4?" she replied, baffled. Kath's shoes were suddenly looking far more forlorn than she had thought when she put them on in the morning.
"Are you sure?" he looked down at her feet once more.
"Pretty sure. Been wearing shoes most my life now," she answered testily.
"Well, that's cool. I was just wondering".
"Right," she didn't know what else to add.
"Well then," He paused. "Waiting for the bus then are we?" he grinned at Kath.
"No. Thought I'd just wait near the bus stop sign for a bit. Thought it would spice my day up nicely. Got a lovely view from here". Kath gestured to a lonely looking pigeon that sat upon a lamppost.
The pigeon appeared to coo in honour of being appreciated for once. He had sat there for quite some time and the humans hadn't looked his way at all until now. He ruffled his feathers. Good, he thought. He had spent extra time this morning preening. Unfortunately the seagull he fancied hadn't popped by. Still, the night was young.
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"Are you sure?" he looked down at her feet once more.
"Pretty sure. Been wearing shoes most my life now," she answered testily.
"Well, that's cool. I was just wondering".
"Right," she didn't know what else to add.
"Well then," He paused. "Waiting for the bus then are we?" he grinned at Kath.
"No. Thought I'd just wait near the bus stop sign for a bit. Thought it would spice my day up nicely. Got a lovely view from here". Kath gestured to a lonely looking pigeon that sat upon a lamppost.
The pigeon appeared to coo in honour of being appreciated for once. He had sat there for quite some time and the humans hadn't looked his way at all until now. He ruffled his feathers. Good, he thought. He had spent extra time this morning preening. Unfortunately the seagull he fancied hadn't popped by. Still, the night was young.
Read part 11 here
