Yesterday, 10:36 PM
He hadn’t expected an Amengual to be so civil, and when Jensen accepted the handshake, a pulse of shame coursed through his skin. It was a physical heat, prickling beneath his skin and rising to his cheeks. He leaned into the biting wind, hoping the cold would be a sufficient mask for the flush he knew was coloring his face.
“Jensen James,” he replied. There was always a moment of uncertainty whether or not someone from the US recognized his name, but he hoped that Matias was far enough removed from Texan mega-churches to not know it.
He looked toward the gate where the girl and her guardian had vanished. “You seemed to know that girl, Marta. I’m sorry I interrupted your conversation. It’s just. This is the last place I expected to hear your name. Moscow, is a long way from home. What brought you here?”
He realized then that they were literally two men speaking alone in the dark. Jensen was accustomed to night hours, but he was uncertain about Matias. He seemed bright eyed enough to be wide awake, or he hid it well. Regardless, it was cold, and Jensen had personal experience with strange things creeping out of the dark to attack seemingly innocent people. It was best they didn’t linger.
“Can I buy you a coffee?” He asked, only to realize they were unlikely to find anything open this time of night. Not anywhere in this area of the city.
“Jensen James,” he replied. There was always a moment of uncertainty whether or not someone from the US recognized his name, but he hoped that Matias was far enough removed from Texan mega-churches to not know it.
He looked toward the gate where the girl and her guardian had vanished. “You seemed to know that girl, Marta. I’m sorry I interrupted your conversation. It’s just. This is the last place I expected to hear your name. Moscow, is a long way from home. What brought you here?”
He realized then that they were literally two men speaking alone in the dark. Jensen was accustomed to night hours, but he was uncertain about Matias. He seemed bright eyed enough to be wide awake, or he hid it well. Regardless, it was cold, and Jensen had personal experience with strange things creeping out of the dark to attack seemingly innocent people. It was best they didn’t linger.
“Can I buy you a coffee?” He asked, only to realize they were unlikely to find anything open this time of night. Not anywhere in this area of the city.