Snippet #1476435

"I'm fine. How about you?" she asked, trying not to show any signs of nervousness.

"Good, good..." Leo said calmly, nodding his head in added acknowledgement. He then spotted Deidre, as always--with her Ipod. It seemed things never really changed though things could change at any moment and at any rate. For the briefest of moments his thoughts condemned his pride. He hated how it made him act, how it made him feel sometimes. It could make him feel like superman, like he were impervious to anything thrown at him. Other times it made him so narrow minded--like he was just solitarily focused on one aspect of something, of someone that it made him vulnerable to being burned.

"Hey,"He beat his chest with one of his large open hands. "I'm all good, nothing's going to keep me down for long. I'm a fighter." He then said giving Danielle a quick but faltering smile.

He was quiet for a few moments. Those few moments driving a knife in his windpipe. He recalled being offended by the "phoniness" that stemmed from the contradiction between his charming, even unctuous public manner and his anger in private. But Deidre attempted to reconcile that part of him, she tried to quell that storm inside of him. He said some things, he did somethings his pride would never let him live down.

"I'll see you latter, Dani-girl." He said, drawing his glasses back up he placed them over his eyes. The pair of shades glimmered as he pivoted on the heels of feet. He began walking away, looking out the window as he passed each one. He leaned down without missing a step and grabbed his things and kept on walking, stepping around a bend walking towards his locker.