Snippet #1867353

Chris examined the girl closely as she dried herself off. Was that the face of someone who just got molested...or worse? He knew that some girls could put up a brave front or would prefer to think that nothing really bad happened in the first place. It was hard to judge if Adriella was one of them; she was so cold to begin with. He noticed how, other than one brief moment, she avoided meeting his eyes and frowned. She didn't want to talk about it, that's for sure. But, unlike the topic of the girls from school, he felt a responsibility to pursue the issue further.

"Sure...no lack of clothes here," he turned to look over the shelves for anything that might fit the redhead, glancing occasionally over his shoulder at her. She looked cold and slightly embarrassed. "You know..." He struggled to bring the topic up. "I know it is none of my business and we don't have to talk about it but...if you need to go to the hospital and...get checked out, I'll give you a ride. Stay with you there if you want. Or leave, if you prefer." He reached up and snagged a dress he recognized on the top shelf and pulled it down. He had an ensemble planned for the long, deep-red cotton dress that included a winter jacket and some boots and he figured the warm dress would do for now. The dress was also a perfect choice because it would fit her perfectly except for the length- usually his models were a lot taller than her. His fingers were covered with grease and grime from working with the camera so he held it out to her carefully.

"Sorry...if I'm assuming things. I just...want you to be okay." An unexpected blush burned his cheeks and he looked down at the floor. "The bathroom's around the corner."