Matthias hadnāt expected to be stoppedānot that he was in a rush to be anywhere. Heād been walking with no real destination, just letting the night air settle the static in his head, when suddenly: Hi, sorry, hiā¦
He blinked, taking in the girl in front of him. Bright-eyed, a little breathless, andājudging by the way her words tumbled out in a near panicāvery, very lost.
His hands stayed in his jacket pockets, head tilting slightly as he listened.
The offer of a hotdogāsingular, possibly halvedāalmost made him laugh. Almost. Instead, he let out a short breath, more amused exhale than anything. āYouāre really willing to put your last meal on the line for directions, huh?ā
Matthias glanced around, taking in their surroundings. No river in sight. If she was looking for the ports, sheād gone way off track.
"Alright, Olivia," he said, shifting his weight slightly. āLucky for you, I know where we are. And luckier still, I donāt plan on mugging you in exchange for your single, pity-offered hotdog.ā He smirked, dry but not unkind. "Cāmon, Iāll point you the right way."
A pause, thenābecause something about the way she carried herself set off a quiet something in his headāhe added, āYou new new here? Or just bad at directions?ā