Chapter 11: You Don’t Believe In Fate?
Sawyer felt his thoughts getting out of control. It rebelled against the rational part of his mind. Something that rarely happened to him.
In his mind, Sawyer felt driven to explain something he didn't need to because he wanted to make her comfortable and less awkward sitting beside him.
'FINE!'
Sawyer gives up fighting the emotional part of his mind. It's already out of his control, anyway.
He added, "Okay. Where should I start? Hmmm... Oh, here it is. I took a night's rest and drove back this morning. When I drove near the bus stop, I noticed the familiar clothes of the girl I met on the rooftop just yesterday."
Sawyer paused, glancing at her clothes, still the same as yesterday—jeans and a black shirt.
Abigail could feel her face getting warm, embarrassed as Sawyer remembered what happened yesterday.
"I don't know why, but when I realized it was you, my manners encouraged me to stop and greet you. I know it sounds silly, but I do that. So, I'm sorry if it startles you, Miss Abigail," he added.
Abigail instantly wanted to disappear from the car, remembering how suspicious she had been about this man. She thought he might've been stalking her, but she was completely wrong.
"Okay. Now, back to you, Miss Abigail. Seriously, why are you here? Is everything alright?" Sawyer asked, visibly genuinely concerned.
She smiled bitterly while looking at him, puzzled about what to do.