"Huh? No...s'alright. It was a while ago." Adam shrugged, never having been comfortable with anything he perceived as pity. Life was better when people saw him as invincible, cool, unbothered by anything, no matter how far from the truth it was.
She continued to look at him as if he were someone to be sad for though, and he shuffled uncomfortably in her gaze. The only reason he continued to stand there and let himself be scrutinzed was the smell of baked goods in the room, the taste of anything like home something that held too much promise for him to leave. So when Amalia offered lunch, he split into a grin.
"Hell yeah." He replied, far too enthusiastic for a lunch offer. "What've you got?"
She continued to look at him as if he were someone to be sad for though, and he shuffled uncomfortably in her gaze. The only reason he continued to stand there and let himself be scrutinzed was the smell of baked goods in the room, the taste of anything like home something that held too much promise for him to leave. So when Amalia offered lunch, he split into a grin.
"Hell yeah." He replied, far too enthusiastic for a lunch offer. "What've you got?"
ADAM
So what's the point of robbery when nothing is worth taking?
It's kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake he's making
It's kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake he's making
