Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I was not Veronica Roth. I'm almost positive I don't own Divergent. Enjoy!
Shauna p.o.v.
I'm on my way back from the Candor compound, my day as a Dauntless ambassador at a close. I wait for the train. When I jump on, I lean back against the cool metal wall, and take notice in the middle aged man next to me. He's got graying carrot colored hair and a bit of stubble on his chin, but he's tall and lean. What caught my eye though were his clothes- black robes (Dauntless, obviously) and a cross shaped necklace. A priest, perhaps?
He notices me looking and smiles kindly. "Pastor Liam Werthy."
"Shauna," I reply, and shake his outstretched hand. I know there is a church in Dauntless, but I have never been inside of it before. Not many people go because they're too busy with work, or splattering each other with paint balls (more often then not, it's the latter).
"If ever you have need of a pastor, come and visit. You know, weddings and such," says Liam. I notice he has a bit of an accent, another strange thing about him.
The train hisses and slows as it turns around the bend. I recognize it as the one to jump off of that leads to the doors at the back of the compound. I hit the ground with a familiar jolt.
Sprinting toward my apartment, I follow the rock wall as it curves around a bend. And then-
"OW!" I yell. Someone, someone male, had crashed into me and was now intertwined with my appendages in a squirming mass of arms and legs.
"Shauna?" And suddenly I'm aware that I am very close to Zeke's face and the fact that I never noticed how beautiful his brown eyes are and how handsome he is... What's wrong with me?
"Zeke?" I manage to reply, finally standing up. "I thought you had a shift in the control rooms?"
"I do... well, did. Got off early. Actually, I was just heading to go find you. I was wondering whether... uhh... you'd like to get a drink with me?" He asks, without some of his usual swag. Was he nervous? Why was Zeke, of all people, nervous?
"Of course! I just need to go get ready. Meet me at 7:30 in the Pit?" I say. All the while, pretending not to notice his peculiar attitude including wiping his palms on his pants, looking a bit green and stuttering. Was he sick? "And... are you okay?"
"Yeah! Yeah! I'm fine. See you at 7:30?"He answers with fake enthusiasm.
We exchange farewells and separate in opposite directions. But I am left with a question- what the hell is wrong with Zeke?
AN: Ok guys! So, leave a review, tell what you liked, what you didn't, whether you think I should continue and what you think is wrong with Zeke! 3 reviews and I'll update! With this being my second work, and having 4 reviews on my other story (which you should check out) I finally understand why authors want you to review things. :) Thanks, stay awesome!