4. Let Me Make It Up To You
As I'm sitting in the waiting room listening to my playlist, I hear footsteps. I look up to find a girl in blue sweatpants and a grey hoodie. She looks at me like she's trying to figure out whether she likes me or not. For some reason her opinion seems to matter, but I push the thought to the back of my head. "'Ello," I say, and her eyes seem to darken.
"Oh," is all she says. I feel as if I've done something wrong, but I don't let it show.
"Do you feel okay?" I ask.
"I guess," she replies, "what are you doing here?" I know the answer, but I hesitate wondering if my reason is good enough.
"I felt bad about what happened," is all I can get out.
"Well," she says expressionless," I'm okay." She picks up a brown leather bag and swings it over her shoulder.
As she's about to leave, I stammer," I.. I wanna make it up to you." I stare up at her, and her face shows a slight expression of surprise, but she quickly composes herself.
"And how are you supposed to do that?" She inquires. I think for a second, because it was just a shot in the dark.
"I'll take you out to lunch." I say desperately.
"I guess I would like that." She replies.