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Owen called to her, panting to keep up. He’d never realized she could run so fast, especially in such high heels.
Turning towards the man she harbored secret love for, Tosh couldn’t help but blush. Only imagining how ridiculous she must look towards him. She could sense her hair would be a big ball of fluff, her clothes sticking to her skin. Oh goodness, she thought. Her top hadn’t gone see-though had it?
That question was quickly answered, Owen’s gaze managed to stay on her face the whole journey down assuring Tosh that her top was still in a perfectly adequate state.
“I really should pay attention to the weather...” she mentioned noticing his clothing also appeared slightly inappropriate for the downpour.
“News was never really my thing. I’d much rather just listen to music.”
Tosh hoped their conversation didn’t delve much further down the route it appeared to be taking. She wasn’t too clued up on modern music and would hate to make a fool of herself in front of him.
Toshiko stayed silent, something she had always been good at. It had helped her blend into the background, allow herself room, leaving things on her terms. She knew what a disaster she’d have if she didn’t.
“Anyway...” Owen chirped in after a sufficient awkward silence, “the rain isn’t so bad...I always kinda liked it. You know in that karma way.”
Tosh stared at him, a look of confusion on her face. Owen sighed, his philosophical comments were never received in the way he expected.
“I mean...You know...Washing away of sins. I guess you wouldn’t understand. A girl as virtuous as you. I think I need the rain. It keeps me clean.”
Tosh was just thinking of the right thing to say, something that would make him realize she wasn’t as “pure” as he thought.
“I...” Too late, their moment was gone. They’d reached the hub, their moment was gone. Owen waved a goodbye and wandered over to his workstation. Tosh just stood, watching him walk away from her.
He’d always walk away.
Turning towards the man she harbored secret love for, Tosh couldn’t help but blush. Only imagining how ridiculous she must look towards him. She could sense her hair would be a big ball of fluff, her clothes sticking to her skin. Oh goodness, she thought. Her top hadn’t gone see-though had it?
That question was quickly answered, Owen’s gaze managed to stay on her face the whole journey down assuring Tosh that her top was still in a perfectly adequate state.
“I really should pay attention to the weather...” she mentioned noticing his clothing also appeared slightly inappropriate for the downpour.
“News was never really my thing. I’d much rather just listen to music.”
Tosh hoped their conversation didn’t delve much further down the route it appeared to be taking. She wasn’t too clued up on modern music and would hate to make a fool of herself in front of him.
Toshiko stayed silent, something she had always been good at. It had helped her blend into the background, allow herself room, leaving things on her terms. She knew what a disaster she’d have if she didn’t.
“Anyway...” Owen chirped in after a sufficient awkward silence, “the rain isn’t so bad...I always kinda liked it. You know in that karma way.”
Tosh stared at him, a look of confusion on her face. Owen sighed, his philosophical comments were never received in the way he expected.
“I mean...You know...Washing away of sins. I guess you wouldn’t understand. A girl as virtuous as you. I think I need the rain. It keeps me clean.”
Tosh was just thinking of the right thing to say, something that would make him realize she wasn’t as “pure” as he thought.
“I...” Too late, their moment was gone. They’d reached the hub, their moment was gone. Owen waved a goodbye and wandered over to his workstation. Tosh just stood, watching him walk away from her.
He’d always walk away.