Snippet #1965075

He stands up with her and places his jacket around her shoulders. Malina's dark eyes flicker up towards his and then back down to the ground. They begin to walk towards his house.

He was gentle, and sweet.... She found it hard to wrap her head around it, but she didn't push away from it either.

He sat her down at his kitchen table and laid out some food, claiming he had to go shopping for some. Her damp hair curled around her shoulders, and she shivered a bit, then took the knife and fork, cutting a piece of chicken.

He then compliments her name and she pauses, the fork halfway to her mouth and she looks down and back up.

"It's Cherokee.. Meaning, dark... Or mysterious... I was, uh, named after my grandmother..." She says, her voice quiet, raspy, tired. She shivered a bit as the hem of her dress stuck to her already soaked legs.