Meeting Sang *COMPLETE*

Silas

I have no clue what to say.

Greek and English muddle together in my head as I stare down at the tiny doll of a girl standing at my door, looking up at me with wide, nearly frightened eyes. They're a bright, clear green, a shade paler than new grass in early spring. They complement her button nose and soft heart-shaped pink lips. I grasp at something, anything, and then suddenly words tumble out.

"Do you have the wrong place?" I say. I really meant to ask, did you just move in here? Do you live next door? Could you please live next door? What's your name? But again words escape me amidst jumbled thoughts.

"What a pick up line," a voice somewhere says.

I twist around to see Vic leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest. Kota stands behind him with the funniest expression on his face. It looks like he can't decide whether or not to laugh or something else.

"Who's she?" I demand. Did the guys recruit someone new without telling me? Or bringing along someone else from the Academy for the day for something else they forgot to mention?

The girl squeaks something, or maybe she just has a quiet voice, because I couldn't hear what she said. I turn back to her, raising a brow. "Huh? Say that again?" I cringe inwardly.

"My name is Sang," she says.

"She moved into a house down the road from mine," Kota explains. "She's coming along."

I want to ask why but at the same time I sort of don't care. I was really hoping she moved into my apartment complex and was lost, and I had this whole plan in my head of how she said that yes, she did have the wrong place and could I please help her find apartment number so-and-so and ...

I'm getting carried away. I'm certain I've been staring too long at her. At Sang. I shrug. "Let me close the door." I hope I look nonchalant as I turn my back to her, locking the door. When we start walking back to the car, I glance at Sang every now and again. She walks a little behind Kota on my left, with Victor between us, hands at her middle, head facing slightly downward.

"We've got to work on your people skills," Victor says. I glare at him, wishing he'd shut up, but he continues. "You're supposed to at least say hello when you answer the door."

Yeah, dumbass. He's right, you know. But I couldn't come up with anything else in that moment, so I reply truthfully, "She looked lost." I feel eyes on me and know at once that it's Sang. I turn to her and she blushes, looking away. No, I think, don't do that. Look at me. "I didn't scare you, did I?" I say, hoping she'll turn around.

She jerks her head no. She still looks frightened, though, and it makes me a bit sad. I think I did frighten her, she just won't admit it.

When we get back to the car, the next thing I know Sang is turning to me, gaze questioning. I'm a bit taken aback before realizing that she means for me to take the front.

"I don't mind," I say, and I mean it. I want to make certain of this girl's comfort before my own. I don't even question where a thought like that came from.

"Neither do I," she replies. I tilt my head, studying her a moment. She didn't appear the stubborn type at first, but now she has a sort of determined air about her, eyes alight in a challenge, nose scrunched up in the most adorable way.

I like her.

"Someone get in," Victor huffs from the driver's seat. I give her a small smile and fold my legs into the passenger side while she and Kota take the rear. The classical shit Vic always listens to is on inside the car so I start fiddling with the radio. But he slaps my hand away. "Hey, when you drive, you get to pick."