Seems The Alleys Hold Angels
I slid to a stop when I seen a silhouette of a girl with a white ballet outfit. Her hair was up in a bun and as I walked closer I noticed her hair was as dark as jet black. Or maybe even darker. I stopped when I was close enough to see her shake as she cries into the palms of her hands with her knees against her chest. She had tan skin that was light against the color contrast of her hair but seemed dark against her white ballet outfit. I kneed down onto my knee and placed my right hand on her shoulder.
Her head shot up like a rocket, so fast that she looked like she had a head rush, then looked straight at me with a snarl. I could see light tear stains on her cheeks that leaked from golden eyes as a few tears still ran down the sides of her cheek bones. To be honest, she looked heavenly.
"Qui es-tu? Laisse-moi tranquille!" She pushed onto my arm that grasped her shoulder making my hand let go it's grip. This was when she stood, grabbed and dragged me up by the collar, and then pushed me up against the wall that was behind me. "'ey love! I'm not 'ere to harm ya! I don't even know why ya lost the plot with me!" She quirked up an eyebrow in confusion and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Never met a Brit before 'ave ya love? Now you understand how the rest of us feel when it comes to the constant French we keep hearing." She started to loosen her grip on my shirt collar. "So you're not from here?" I smiled brightly at her. "Oi! I only came 'ere a few weeks ago so I could go to the Overwatch Academy." I then pointed at my varsity jacket that had my last name under the academy's letter.
"The Overwatch Academy? Impressionnant pour une fille si petite." She let go of my collar and backed up a step as I rubbed the back of my neck in a sheepish why. "Sorry love, still don't quite know what ya saying. Like I said, only been 'ere a few weeks." She bowed her head a little with her hands folded together. "Sorry mada-" I stuck out my hand toward the girl with the most friendliest smile I could muster. "You look about my age so no need to be formal. The name's Lena Oxton." She stared at my hand as if it was foreign. Which wasn't wrong but.. She seemed as if she never seen that kind of jester before. I was gonna tell her that she's suppose to shake my hand but she placed her hand into the cup of mine and looked right into my eyes.
"Amélie.." "That's one beautiful name, love." I seen her smile a little at that. "Merci Lena." "Just the truth darling." I gave her a wink and I could hear the faintness of a giggle come from the depths of her throat. It seems like I was breaking down a wall she was keeping up because she tried her best to hide it with a cough that was undeniably fake. "If you don't mind me asking love, what's got such a pretty girl like yourself in such a cruddy alley like this?" I watched how she started fiddling with her hands as she broke her stare away from me. "I...It's a little too personal to tell someone that's a complete stranger." I took a step closer and took a light grip around her right wrist.
"We can change the stranger part if ya want. How about this? I gotta go to track practice, but there's a cafe not far away from the academy. If it's 'ight with you, I would like to meet ya there around five ish. Is that 'ight, love?" I seen her contemplating it. It seems that she shrugged off the idea that I'm a complete stranger and nodded her head.
"Alright. I'll meet you there." I fist bumped the sky a little as I heard a faint giggle come from the girl in front of me. That was when my watch started beeping. "Oh shite! I'm late! I'll see you around five Amélie!" I started running down the alley from the way I came as I waved toward the girl.
Now I just have to hope that I won't run into a wall on the way there.