𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮 ➪ 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱

𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻. 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗵𝘀

AGNES WAS DISTRESSED WITH IT ALL.
how dare he? how could he do that when less that two nights ago I opened up to him? she'd ask herself, throwing the cigarette's butt onto the grass.
she looked at it, picking it up once more and throwing it out on trash.

she sat down in the bench of the park she was in, a few minutes went by before a man sat by her side. Quill Kipps, always appearing on the most random moments, most of them when Agnes was simply radiating anger. 
"are you following me?" the blonde looked at him in furrowed brows.

"no, no. I just needed to catch some air, you know?" Agnes hummed in agreement. looking at the trees and old people hugging one another, children running around in joy.
"well what brings you here then?" he looked down to her, though her eyes were stuck at the people.
"you got into a fight with him, didn't you?" he smiled through the corners of his lips, she looked at him.
"how do you..."

"you're making it pretty clear." he looked down.
"so, you never gave me an answer to my offer and you ghosted me." he scoffed but had a smile.
"I am so sorry! I completely forgot all about it. I don't think I'll be joining Fittes anytime soon." she looked down, awkwardness making it's way onto the conversation.

"even though your boss is a-" he was cut off.
"a cunt?" she snickered and he chuckled.
"well, just know that the offer still stands. Penelope and I would be delighted to have you." he smiled, brushing his hands against the blondes, she gave him a cheeky smile.
he looked up to the sunset, she did the same.
what twenty minutes were turned into an hour and half of conversation.

"I should probably go home, still have some stuff to figure out." she stood up, Quill did the same.
"let me accompany you home then!"
"oh, there's no need Kipps. I know my way through the streets." she smiled.
"I insist, let me just have some peace in my conscious that you got there safe!" he took three steps in her direction. "alright then, if you insist." she widened her eyes in awkwardness.
the pair walked together, they didn't rush to get home.
they barely talked, every time Kipps initiated a small conversation she'd shut him down with simple, dead-end answers. 

"so, thirty-five Portland Row, huh?" he looked to the small house, Quill Kipps would never understand how a girl like Agnes refused the offer of one of the best best agencies to join...well that.
"I'll wait until you get inside." he gave her a small smile. Agnes knocked three times, the door opened almost instantly. Anthony Lockwood seemed like a dog who'd lost his owner. he had clear regret in his face, a face Agnes scrunched up in almost disgust to see.
his brown eyes wandered off to Kipps who had a smirk on his lips, holding his holster.

a mind game.

Kipps wanted to show Lockwood how quickly it was for Agnes to run to him, like she had done that time in Fittes and now.
Lockwood unlocked the glass door, deciding to ignore the other man by the sidewalk "Agnes can we plea—" he stopped mid sentence when she passed by him, as if he were a phantom.