Brogan walked out of the building, and she shivered slightly, adjusting to the cold weather.
"Going home?" A voice asked.
Jumping, Brogan looked over to her right, to see him standing there, smoking a cigarette. She smiled small at him, nodding, and then she glanced ahead, praying her dad's car would show up soon. In the corner of her eye, she watched him throw his cigarette on the floor, stamping it out with his foot, and then he slowly walked over to her,
"I'm Alex, by the way." He introduced.
Brogan tucked her hair behind her ear,
"Brogan." She replied.
"How're you liking it here then?" Alex asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
She shrugged slightly,
"I like it so far."
He let out a laugh,
"So far."
She couldn't help but stare up at him, looking over all his features. The similarities were there, and it made Brogan uneasy.
He glanced at her, noticing she was looking at him, and then he looked away. It was as if it was a usual routine for them. Always sharing looks, and then quickly looking away. But on Brogan's half, it wasn't because she liked him in that way. In fact, she felt cautious around him. Hurt. And even though it wasn't even him that caused her these emotions, her insides were taking it out on him. And the poor guy had no idea.
He cleared his throat awkwardly, causing Brogan to quickly look away, thankful of the dark that disguised her now red cheeks.
"So, you're into media and that?" He asked.
Why was he starting small talk? Her mind scoffed.
She smiled politely at him, and nodded,
"Yeah." She replied, tucking her fringe behind her ear.
He nodded,
"That's cool."
The two looked ahead, and Brogan could sense the awkwardness. And she knew that Alex could too. She sighed inwardly, wishing that she could come clean, and explain why she acts the way she did around him. But the truth was, it sounded almost crazy. Well, it certainly does in her head.
"Listen, I gotta go. I'll see ya tomorrow, yeah?"
Brogan nodded,
"Yeah. See you tomorrow." She replied.
She watched Alex walk down the street, and over to the crossing. Brogan sighed deeply, looking down at her feet, feeling her heart tighten, and she could feel the heaviness hitting her. She looked over her shoulder, watching him walk away. She felt all the emotions come rushing back: hurt, anger, sadness, love. But it was useless. It wasn't him. He just looked the same. But unfortunately for Brogan, if she was going to be sticking around at her new job; she'd have to get used to the fact, that her work colleague, looked exactly like her ex-boyfriend.