Sparks Fly | ✓

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She glanced at him briefly, and a small smile surfaced on her face as their feet hit the surface simultaneously. She bit the corner of her bottom lip before choosing to face the front again. He'd slowed down, and made the choice to jog at her pace.

It was refreshing. The treatment he gave her when taking care of her was very refreshing. Never did she think someone like him would turn around and have a beautiful spirit beyond the surface of their first interaction.

She had no complaint, quite frankly she was enjoying the jog for the first time since she started working with him. Or maybe it was the company she had. Or the atmosphere between them. They'd kept small talk, here and there. However, most of the time, they were listening to the same playlist. Hendrichs' running playlist that he'd shared with her, so they could listen to the same song whilst on the run.

Surprisingly, he wasn't playing metal rock, or any other hard music. Instead he had a mix of rnb, some rap, and gospel music that didn't at all sound like the traditional gospel music.

She'd noticed that when he was on his run, he'd go into his own little world. She'd tried to make conversation, but he'd told her that she should try immersing her mind into the run. Face her thoughts whilst she runs, and release them out of her system.

She hadn't necessarily tried to face her thoughts, but she'd silenced them using this run. That much she liked.

"Are you getting tired?" he smiled, finally facing her way.

"Nah," she pursed her lips, shaking her head but he could see that her stamina had changed.

"It's okay. You don't have to act strong for me. Let's walk for a bit. Then we'll start running back." The smile on his face remained persistent, and though she bit the corner of her lip yet again — her own smile refused to stay caged in.

"Okay, I'll take a tiny little break. But only because you need it." She faced the front, slowing down further until they started walking.

Though it was early morning, some people had already started walking around the streets of Chicago. However, the human traffic wasn't heavy at all, but he still made sure to stay to her right – closer to the edge of the sidewalk.

He stopped the music, he had every intention of actually having a decent talk with her. Hopefully something productive came out of it.

"So, how are you feeling? Physically, emotionally, mentally, and really all the allys that exist?" He glanced at her side profile briefly before eventually facing where he was going.

"Oh wow, straight into the nitty gritties already," she nervously chuckled, moving her one loc behind her ear.

"Yes ma'am, and don't try to change the subject either." He stated, guiding the direction of the conversation.

"I'm inclined to say good, because that's what everyone says when you ask them how they are." She bit the corner of her lip, visibly in her thoughts. He nodded his head, following along.

She sighed. Loudly at that. "I'm feeling open. Too raw for my liking. I'm feeling scared to trust in you, because you're someone I have recently become fond of. I don't know you. However, you just seem to always be there when I need someone. Like a firefighter to my fires."

They both flashed small smiles towards each other. Hendrichs remained silent, a slight tug to his gut and essentially mind letting him know that she still had more to say.

"I'm not a person who essentially likes for people to know about my emotions." She nodded her head, twisting her lips as she felt the little demons called emotions well up inside her. She truly hated being this emotional. It had been such a long time since she was this person. So it felt new.