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     It wasn’t often she was forced to wait at the bus stop, but unfortunately her bike was in the shop, waiting for repairs that likely wouldn’t be complete until the end of the week. The rain had begun to drizzle, splashing against the sidewalk in pointed drops. Silently, she cursed for not bringing an umbrella or wearing a hood for that matter. Thankfully the bus stop had an overhang, but it wouldn’t help her when she had to walk home. 

     The bench sighed a little when someone sat down next to her. At first, Delilah kept her gaze on the road, hoping the bus would round the corner and she wouldn’t have to sit in awkward silence with the stranger. Out of the corner of her eye she saw it wasn’t a stranger at all. No, he was a surgeon, but not just any surgeon... The only she nearly threw up on last weekend at the conference. 

                                                                    Shit. 

     “I didn’t think you’re the type for city transit,” she said, the words slipping out almost involuntarily. Yeah, good start, Delilah, she cursed to herself.  

                               DANG he could be a little . . . HARSH - TONED . nothing she wasn’t already a little used to , but at times it could still really turn her ANGRY    ( if she let it , of course )    & she chose to jut roll with it , grabbing a gun & rolling her sleeves up . GOD -- it was dark . oh how she missed the good ol’ days where PEEING wasn’t a god damned danger . 

                                    ‘ oh -- my bad , thought you wanted to hold my hand . ’

                               SARCASM leaked from chapped lips . she wouldn’t ADMIT to it , but she really did NOT want to go out there alone -- even to just go to the bathroom . & of course ramsay was the LAST person she’d want to have tag along , but it’s all she had & without even saying a word she just looked at him -- PUPPY EYES saying please .