Adjustments

Adjustments 2

       Noah

I am cold and I am wet… and I smell like espresso. I have no idea who that girl was, but I feel horrible. Whoever that other person was obviously had something against her. And the poor girl’s face was as red as a tomato. I can’t let her walk out of here like that.                                                      

'Why do I have to be a good person?’ I think to myself.                                                                           

I run out of the coffee shop and down the street. I see her sitting on the corner against a building. I slowly walk closer and hear her quiet sobs. I just wanted to pick her up and tell her it was going to be okay. But I don’t know who she is and a more importantly why she is crying into her knees. As I get closer, she looks up. Her hair has coffee in it and tears are streaming down her face. She quickly gets up and starts to run.                                                                                                                                

“Stop!” I yell. She immediately stops and stands upright. That seems a little peculiar.                             

“At ease.” I say joking around as I walk closer to her. She continues to stands upright. I walk around to see her face but she is looking down.                                                                                                

“Pick up your head soldier.” She still has her head down which begins to bother me. “Come on.” I say calmly to comfort her, or at least try to.

She slowly picks her head up and looks at me. She has to most gorgeous brown eyes and the smoothest brown hair. As I observe her profile, thunder strikes, making her jump. She looks down again. The rain suddenly pours onto us. I put my hood up and see she doesn’t have one. For some reason I feel sorry for her, the nameless being whose head looks as if it will permanently hang in shame.

“I said I was sorry.” She shouts over the pounding rain. “What else do you want from me?”              

“To buy you another espresso.” I shout.

“That’s not necessary.” I see she’s holding back tears. I want to know her. Everything about her.

“Look, I’m sorry but I really have to go.” As she starts to walk away I shout at her.

 “Where?” I make her stop in her tracks which sort of makes me smile. I haven’t smiled in years.

“Please.” I walk closer to her and grab her right arm. She flinches and winces. I immediately let go, afraid that I hurt her. That’s the last thing I want to do. I look at her arm when I let her go and saw red coming through the right arm her sweatshirt.

 “You’re bleeding.” I say, my voice sounding as if it is in shock.

 “Thanks for the heads up.” She says looking at her arm. She’s getting drenched in rain. I just want to turn her around and bring her with me. But I can’t. I don’t know her.