She turned on her heel and kept walking as she had intended, reaching the park and crunching through the snow briskly as she pleased, heedless of following the paths, heedless of the dark and the dampening cold.
She hadn’t looked over her shoulder to confirm it, but his footsteps weren’t soundless, so. “I know you’re following me,” Tess accused, sing-song. She didn’t care if he did, but also it was odd, when he had just made it clear he didn’t actually feel like talking to her. He had his coat back already; he thought she was being mean; couldn’t he tell she didn’t need him looking out for her, if he didn’t want to be here?
She hadn’t looked over her shoulder to confirm it, but his footsteps weren’t soundless, so. “I know you’re following me,” Tess accused, sing-song. She didn’t care if he did, but also it was odd, when he had just made it clear he didn’t actually feel like talking to her. He had his coat back already; he thought she was being mean; couldn’t he tell she didn’t need him looking out for her, if he didn’t want to be here?
