the accident

7:56 pm (II)

quick refresher: emma and miles are at miles' job dinner thing...yay for them, I guess

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When we finally got to the location, it was a community centre. There were balloons saying that this was the right spot. Although, the centre itself looked like a retirement home. It was so decrepit that the pavement on the side of the building was crumbling, and it was no longer yellow, but grey.

"You know, we could just sit in the car, and not go in," Miles said sighing.

"What would we do?" I said haft-jokingly. We're both staring outside looking at the building.

Miles shrugged. "Anything you want." He looked at me, and he seemed to be kidding, but I wasn't sure. So I continued maybe joking with him.

"Then we dressed all fancily for no reason,"

He looked at me up and down, and then finally said: "Doesn't matter."

"What will your co-workers think of you? Ditching the party for all the employees." I shook my head laughing. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

"True, but it would be more fun hanging out just the two of us."

"True," I agreed. "Then we came this whole way for nothing," I had no idea what I was doing. I didn't even know if I wanted to go in or not.

"Yeah," he sighed. "I guess we better go in."

"I guess." I echoed.

"Look, Emma, my co-workers—are harsh, so don't take anything they say personally," Miles said looking at me. "Okay?"

"Okay," I said. I felt like laughing because he seemed so serious.

We both got out of the car. Right as we vacated, I was casually reaching to hold onto Miles' hand, when he moved it away abruptly. Before I could say anything, Miles murmured. "I don't like PDA,"

"Really?" I asked amazed. All my friends are very affectionate. We always hugged and gave each other kisses on the cheek.

"Yeah," Miles muttered.

"Why?" I asked walking next to him.

"Don't worry about it," he dismissed.

We walked in, and a bunch of mid-aged people stared at us. I felt like I was the popular couple in school, and everybody was envying us. Although, people didn't seem to be happy to see us. They seemed almost mad that we're here.

"You actually came," This mid-aged woman said. She looked like she was in her mid-forties.

"Yes," Miles said. "As promised." He smirked. "This is Nellie," Miles continued while looking at me.

"Who's this girl who's way out of your league?" Nellie said coming close to me. I'm realizing that maybe she was older than forty. Her hair was mostly grey, and her wrinkles contoured her face. But she was very bulky. I guessed you needed to be strong to be an ironworker.

Miles didn't say anything, so I said. "Yeah, I'm his girlfriend," I extend my hand. "I'm Emma, it's nice to meet you."

"You don't need to be polite to her," Miles murmured. "She's nasty to everybody,"

"Shut-it," Nellie said to Miles. She shook my hand, with a tight grip. "It's nice to see that he's not making up some girlfriend. I guess he isn't as much as a loser as I thought." She smiled at me showing me all her cigarette stained teeth, I felt giddy that he talked about me to all of his co-workers. "How much are you getting paid? How much did he pay you?"