Beyond The Crash

CHAPTER 22 | [THOUGHTS]

"In all honesty," she looked up at him, eyes wide open while he relaxed his back on the glass of the bus stop. "How in the world does someone get transported to another world if not fiction."

"Trust me, I'm wondering the same thing," she rubbed her hands. "But do you think he teleported with you?"

He waited a bit. "Most likely."

"Right!" Her eyes beamed. She've gotten her confirmation.

"But," he paused. "Can't he just teleport right back to his own world, that is, if teleporting is his thing?"

She halted. He's right.
"But it wouldn't hurt to try and find him, would it?"

He gave a slight shrug.
"Depends on how big the world is."

The honesty she wanted was the one he gave. Her shoulders slumped. Back to square one. With that vague image, where does she even want to find someone that looks like that.
"Thanks,"

She waited to her a 'you're welcome' or at least a 'no problem', but when she looked up, to her surprise or again not, he stared at her then looked away, not before muttering, "Weird."

Weird? Me? Weird?! She relaxed back as she licked the inside of her cheeks, amazed by his sudden change mood.
I genuinely thought we were getting to the common ground, but I guess not.
"Tsk, you're the weird one." She mumbled, arm crossed.

The more time she waited, the more she felt the cold seep through her blazer. Not like the blazer was dry to begin with. She've already sneezed a few times, so the thought of her actually going to catch a cold entered.

I am not in the right mind or condition to fall sick. She cuddled herself, blowing air into her palms and rubbing them together.

At last, the rain finally came to a stop, and saying Lilley was happy was an understatement. She stood up, determined that she could walk her way back to the apartment complex, but realised she had no idea where it was located. Especially now that it was dark. So, she turned to her left.

"Do you... do you perhaps happen to know which direction Hulex apartment complex is?" She asked, voice a bit shaky.

He glanced at her. "Straight."

"Thanks," she was about to move then halted.
Straight as how? I just keep walking straight?

"Not my business, but do you plan on walking home?" He inquired. She nodded.
"Okay, then." He turned back to his phone.

She could wait for the bus, but after her previous experience, she wanted to avoid buses for now. Then she remembered, she was good to go with a taxi.
"Or rather I can wait for a taxi,"

"At a bus stop?" She heard him say and realising, she felt warm in her face all of a sudden.

"Where can I find the nearest taxi stop?" She asked, pretending to stretch.

"Straight."

She looked to her right again, and the thought of walking alone in the dark didn't really please her. And it's not like she could ask Atticus to walk her there. But she has to find a solution fast before it starts raining again.
She sighed. "What do I do?"

A beat passed. "Wait for the bus." She heard him mutter.

"I can't. I uh, don't do well with buses,"
He glanced at her like she just chose not to help herself.

"Call an Uber then,"

"I... I don't have the app," she looked away. "Plus, my phone died."

She heard him sigh beside her. Was it of frustration or him just being tired of her, she didn't know.
As she thought of some other way of going home, she heard him ask.
"You can wait for 29 minutes, can't you?"