Is he taking any of this seriously?, she thought.
It actually mildly irritating to find him acting this way. Also he little pet name, Doll, was beginning to annoy her too. This time she did voice her opinion.
"Um, you can call me Krysta." she replied, but her words probably fell on death ears as she followed the red-head. As the two of them walked, Krysta payed attention to where they were going and seeing the no activity again began to unnerve her. Tearing her gaze from the scenery, he focused on Asher again.
Soon they made it to another house. The blonde assumed this was his house. Walking, she took in all the sights and smells. As she looked though, she almost walked into Asher, who seemed to be glued to where he was standing. Edging by him, Krysta looked at him and wondered what was wrong. He looked lost. Before she could ask him what was wrong, Asher said he be back and left her there.
Now what was she suppose to do? Krysta hesitantly walked around before putting her bags down. Wanting to check on Asher, she went upstairs herself and started looking for him.