Focusedheart
Through all, smile. Through the worst, smirk.
"Mary, you going to stay here all night?"
A 27 year old girl lifts her head at the sound of the voice, her nose in a book about the history of the world. She pushes her glasses up on her nose and smiles. "Not all night and before you ask, yes I have already eaten Nick." She nods her head towards the empty burger wrapper and the very few remaining fries that had escaped her reach at the bottom of the bag.
The male that stood before her arched a brow, his brown eyes seeming to look over her for a moment before nodding in return. "Thought you were going to stop with the late studying for a while?" His hands gripping the back of a chair that was pushed into the table across from her. "You know Susan has been worried about you." He pulls the chair out and sits down, the tshirt he wore was loose but not enough to hide the gun that he always had hidden beneath it. The jacket did little as well, once someone knew it was there it was hard to ignore.
Mary let a shrug work through her shoulders before it turned into a stretch as she raised her hands over her head and then sat back in the old creaky library chair. "I know she does but she needs to stop. There hasn't been any killings or even attacks in over two years. There is no reason to keep locked up in the dorm and besides I have to get my studies done and there is only so much to be gained by the computer." She closes the book she had been reading and looked over at the clock, okay so maybe he had a point, she hadn't realized how late it was. "You ever going to stop carrying that thing?" She grumbles.
Nick only smirked at her. "Yeah as soon as you stop staying out late." He releases his hold on the chair and relaxed a little. "Just call me when you get back to the dorm, or text me. I know arguing with you is pointless." He gives a little half wave before turning and walking to the stairwell. He never did like elevators it seemed.
Once the ever protective brother figure was out of sight, Mary glanced at the clock again. There was still a little time before it was one in the morning. She reached for her book and began once more reading about the history of the local college town and the founders.
A 27 year old girl lifts her head at the sound of the voice, her nose in a book about the history of the world. She pushes her glasses up on her nose and smiles. "Not all night and before you ask, yes I have already eaten Nick." She nods her head towards the empty burger wrapper and the very few remaining fries that had escaped her reach at the bottom of the bag.
The male that stood before her arched a brow, his brown eyes seeming to look over her for a moment before nodding in return. "Thought you were going to stop with the late studying for a while?" His hands gripping the back of a chair that was pushed into the table across from her. "You know Susan has been worried about you." He pulls the chair out and sits down, the tshirt he wore was loose but not enough to hide the gun that he always had hidden beneath it. The jacket did little as well, once someone knew it was there it was hard to ignore.
Mary let a shrug work through her shoulders before it turned into a stretch as she raised her hands over her head and then sat back in the old creaky library chair. "I know she does but she needs to stop. There hasn't been any killings or even attacks in over two years. There is no reason to keep locked up in the dorm and besides I have to get my studies done and there is only so much to be gained by the computer." She closes the book she had been reading and looked over at the clock, okay so maybe he had a point, she hadn't realized how late it was. "You ever going to stop carrying that thing?" She grumbles.
Nick only smirked at her. "Yeah as soon as you stop staying out late." He releases his hold on the chair and relaxed a little. "Just call me when you get back to the dorm, or text me. I know arguing with you is pointless." He gives a little half wave before turning and walking to the stairwell. He never did like elevators it seemed.
Once the ever protective brother figure was out of sight, Mary glanced at the clock again. There was still a little time before it was one in the morning. She reached for her book and began once more reading about the history of the local college town and the founders.