C[re]ate Champion
Looking for Trouble ◄ Isaac & Riley ►
Dec 3, 2015 19:39:46 GMT -5
Post by Isaac on Dec 3, 2015 19:39:46 GMT -5
Isaac didn't pay attention to Riley while she scribbled. His eyes were constantly searching, checking for flashing lights or approaching figures. Though he heard the crinkling of the paper and the scratching of the pen, he ignored them.
It wasn't until Riley spoke up again that Isaac finally looked to her. He raised a brow as Riley stuttered and fumbled over her words. Was she tired or nervous? It was hard to tell in the dim light of the stars.
"Don't worry about it," said Isaac. "You don't owe me a—" Before he could finish, however, Riley handed him the piece of paper and immediately snapped at him. Isaac stared down at the paper, his brow scrunched up and his face contorted in confusion. 'Don't try anything funny?' The hell is that supposed to mean? He hadn't exactly asked for her number.
Long after Riley disappeared, Isaac was still baffled. "You don't know what to think of me, huh?" he asked no one. He snorted, his shoulders rising and his head shaking. "Oh yeah, 'cause you make so much more sense."
Isaac ran a hand through his hair, pinching the long black locks between his fingers and squeezing the tension in his head. The headache had been building up all day. He hadn't even noticed it after a while. It had stayed with him from the moment he had woken up until right now. The approaching date of his next big heist, the fear that Riley might get in his way, and the anxiety of the day's stakeout and chase had all built up to a throbbing, seemingly endless pain.
But as Isaac looked to where Riley had fled, a smirk crept across his face, and the aches drained away.
END
It wasn't until Riley spoke up again that Isaac finally looked to her. He raised a brow as Riley stuttered and fumbled over her words. Was she tired or nervous? It was hard to tell in the dim light of the stars.
"Don't worry about it," said Isaac. "You don't owe me a—" Before he could finish, however, Riley handed him the piece of paper and immediately snapped at him. Isaac stared down at the paper, his brow scrunched up and his face contorted in confusion. 'Don't try anything funny?' The hell is that supposed to mean? He hadn't exactly asked for her number.
Long after Riley disappeared, Isaac was still baffled. "You don't know what to think of me, huh?" he asked no one. He snorted, his shoulders rising and his head shaking. "Oh yeah, 'cause you make so much more sense."
Isaac ran a hand through his hair, pinching the long black locks between his fingers and squeezing the tension in his head. The headache had been building up all day. He hadn't even noticed it after a while. It had stayed with him from the moment he had woken up until right now. The approaching date of his next big heist, the fear that Riley might get in his way, and the anxiety of the day's stakeout and chase had all built up to a throbbing, seemingly endless pain.
But as Isaac looked to where Riley had fled, a smirk crept across his face, and the aches drained away.
END