I still don't own anything!


The girl turned and glanced at the crowd, frowning thoughtfully. He turned away and pretended to be interested in a couple of arrowheads that he noted were mislabeled (they weren't even from earth), so he was surprised when a sweet voice asked him,

"Excuse me sir, do you have the time?"

He turned and saw the same girl he'd been staring at, looking up at him. She was trying to be adult, but all he could see was how young she looked, how tiny and fragile. Her arms were so weak, her body so small and delicate. It was a miracle she had survived her life, what with her being so jeopardy friendly.

"Sir?"

"Sorry. Uh, it's twelve thirty five."

The girl frowned, "Thanks…" she seemed to be lost in a train of thought, then shook herself, "Sorry. Nice to meet you, anyway," she held out her hand. Unthinkingly, still staring into those wide, innocent eyes, he reached forward and shook her hand.


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