Chasms of Copper

Chapter 10

[Edited]

Morgan

Several seconds too late, Morgan finally registered what happened. She'd completely forgotten about Chase and the other man. How long had she been there, staring at the handsome man? What was it that he'd been trying to say? And even more importantly, why had he been rushed out so quickly?!

"What the heck just happened?" Morgan asked in the empty room.

She tucked the loose brown hairs that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ears. Still processing what had just happened, Mo leant against the nearby book cart in an attempt to regain her bearings. The horizontal titles stared back at her, but meant nothing to the brunette's unfocused gaze. Colors and words blurred together in her vision as she mentally withdrew to her subconscious. Mo always found it best to retreat into oneself in order to review past events that were hard to process.

"What do you mean?"

Broken from her trance-like state, the brunette turned to see Jane enter the room. The redhead adjusted her cream sweater so that the neck hole was offset, leaving a section of her left shoulder on display--as was the intended style. She shifted her weight to one leg and crossed her arms. She tilted her head and cocked a hip; the position normally meant that she was going to ask a question.

"Who was at the door, anyway?" she queried.

Morgan shook her head to try and clear it.

"Um," she said, uncertainly. "I-it was Chase." Yeah, that's right. 

Morgan noticed Jane grow stiff at the blonde man's name, but she chose to ignore it. It was weird, thought, that the encounter with Chase seemed like a while ago. But he had just been there, a few minutes previous. Then, the two people came in and....

The brunette girl blushed at the thought of the handsome stranger.

"H-he brought some friends," Mo trailed off. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Morgan saw Jane freeze up, again. She turned to her best friend, concerned. 

"Are you alright?" she asked and took a step toward the redhead. "You look really pale."

The woman was indeed a little paler than normal. But it didn't look too serious, she just looked like she was processing information.

Jane blinked and faced her friend. "Oh, it's nothing," she answered and started playing with the ends of her long red hair. 

Morgan remained unconvinced by her friend's antics. She leant back against the light-wooded front desk and propped her hip against it. She placed her hand on the desk to evenly distribute her weight, so she wasn't overworking her right knee. Long story short, the brunette woman had sprained her knee while on a hike with Jane, a few months previous. It wasn't a big injury, but it did act up every once in a while.