Snippet #1582491

Abia quickly found her room, sitting down on the single bed inside. On the other side of the room was a bunk bed, so she guessed she would be sharing a room with either a couple or two single travelers like herself.

A tear rolled down her cheek as she thought of her father, who had stayed at the store instead of seeing her off. She knew that he loved her dearly, but he was always expecting so much from her. Her thoughts weren't on him for long before she thought of her brother. He had said his goodbye the night before, right before running an errand for their father.

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William considered her question before answering. He shook his head. "I would like to know your name miss, if it isn't a bother to you," he said, contradicting himself. Knowing that he sounded like a no-good beggar or even worse he decided to restate what he'd said. "I mean, it would be nice to know somebody on here. It seems that the individuals I will be staying with have not arrived yet," he explained, chuckling. "I am sorry if I sound rude in any way." He was attempting to sound somewhat intelligent, instead of the street urchin and thief that he really was.

This was how things worked in Will's mind. Flattery was a good start, but adding to it would eventually push one away. Not too much, but not too little. He needed to be careful with this girl, who obviously outshone anybody in third class. Rich people were either oblivious-which was the type he liked, easy to steal from- or they were actually one step ahead of him. He knew he shouldn't make assumptions about this young lady yet.