Darcy hated silence. Left to her own devices, she was usually capable of filling it with all sorts of empty conversation. Commentary about their surroundings, or whatever song happened to be on the radio at the time, or a random thought flitting through her mind and escaping her mouth before she's even finished thinking.
This stranger made her feel awkward. Too aware of herself, even while she fretfully studied him, hoping he would slip up and offer some clue as to his purpose here. Given time, her suspicion would be put to rest, but she remained hyper aware of him. It was exhausting, quite frankly.
Restless, she turned on the radio, fiddled with it until she reached her favorite alt rock station. Breaking Benjamin crooned through her car's admittedly sub-par speakers.
His question was greeted by laughter. "Me? I'm not a scientist. I'm going to school for political science. That's all...well, politics. No hard science involved." She braked to allow a roadrunner to dart across before punching the gas again. "I'm just an intern. Last six credits I need before I graduate. I figured this would be easier than lectures."
More laughter, this time a little bit more bitter. Yeah, this was totally a walk in the park. Who didn't spend the end of their college career dodging giant mechanical monstrosities and gawking at gods?
"Honestly, I don't understand half of what comes out of Jane's mouth, but she's brilliant." She pulled into a parking spot and cut the engine, stretching briefly.
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This stranger made her feel awkward. Too aware of herself, even while she fretfully studied him, hoping he would slip up and offer some clue as to his purpose here. Given time, her suspicion would be put to rest, but she remained hyper aware of him. It was exhausting, quite frankly.
Restless, she turned on the radio, fiddled with it until she reached her favorite alt rock station. Breaking Benjamin crooned through her car's admittedly sub-par speakers.
His question was greeted by laughter. "Me? I'm not a scientist. I'm going to school for political science. That's all...well, politics. No hard science involved." She braked to allow a roadrunner to dart across before punching the gas again. "I'm just an intern. Last six credits I need before I graduate. I figured this would be easier than lectures."
More laughter, this time a little bit more bitter. Yeah, this was totally a walk in the park. Who didn't spend the end of their college career dodging giant mechanical monstrosities and gawking at gods?
"Honestly, I don't understand half of what comes out of Jane's mouth, but she's brilliant." She pulled into a parking spot and cut the engine, stretching briefly.