"Hey," Esperanza offered back without a second thought to it. This place is meant to be safe, so she's been told. She does think to question it, but she suppresses those urges down. She's spent too much time lately questioning. This is the first good thing in a long time, she doesn't want to ruin it.
She actually does slow to a stop, though, set on talking to as many people as she can and understanding her new role in this place and the people in it.
Especially the man in the strange red suit. Red wasn't a color she was used to seeing for a suit. She can't help but give him a once over, smiling crookedly at the color of it.
And mentally comparing herself. She feels like the biggest fish out of water here. Like she sticks out like a sore thumb. She's almost positive people could smell the country off of her, despite her recent shower. Despite being away from Consuegra for nearly a year. Once a country girl, always a country girl. And her looks... She wanted to cringe. Her hair was long and the ends slightly frayed from a lack of cutting. She never touched her own hair, she loved her hair, but she had no money for a hair dresser. Her clothes were faded and worn out, despite picking the best ones she had on her. A white, peasant blouse with tan ties at the top, just above her chest and wide sleeves that opened around her arms and were tight again at her wrists. Everything else hung loose over her slender frame, and there was a hole at the bottom on the side. None of her shirts were hole-less. Her jeans were better, less tears but a faded black color. Skinny jeans, which weren't comfortable on the road but they matched the blouse and they'd been what she was wearing when she ran away. She couldn't give up the blouse and shirt. Her shoes were the worst, though. Flip-flops with a cloth over the toes and padded bottoms stolen from a large store.
These were her best clothes, and they paled in comparison to what Josh was wearing. She didn't even have any make-up to wear beyond her basic foundation, which was bordering a shade too light now that she'd tanned on the streets. She shifted almost uncomfortably now, the faded, brown, leather bag settling on her hip as she transferred the weight of her feet.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear to pull her bangs out of her eyes so she could look at Josh, the edge of her birdcage tattoo poking out on her neck.
"I'm Esperanza," she nearly flinched. Why did she introduce herself like that? She always had to qualify with her nickname. Then again, if she started with her nickname she'd have to justify that too. "Espie's okay. Or anything else you want to call me." She shrugged. "I'm not picky," she smiled at him.
"I'm new around here." She beat him to the punch line on that. She just hoped she wasn't keeping him from anything. He looked important...
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She actually does slow to a stop, though, set on talking to as many people as she can and understanding her new role in this place and the people in it.
Especially the man in the strange red suit. Red wasn't a color she was used to seeing for a suit. She can't help but give him a once over, smiling crookedly at the color of it.
And mentally comparing herself. She feels like the biggest fish out of water here. Like she sticks out like a sore thumb. She's almost positive people could smell the country off of her, despite her recent shower. Despite being away from Consuegra for nearly a year. Once a country girl, always a country girl. And her looks... She wanted to cringe. Her hair was long and the ends slightly frayed from a lack of cutting. She never touched her own hair, she loved her hair, but she had no money for a hair dresser. Her clothes were faded and worn out, despite picking the best ones she had on her. A white, peasant blouse with tan ties at the top, just above her chest and wide sleeves that opened around her arms and were tight again at her wrists. Everything else hung loose over her slender frame, and there was a hole at the bottom on the side. None of her shirts were hole-less. Her jeans were better, less tears but a faded black color. Skinny jeans, which weren't comfortable on the road but they matched the blouse and they'd been what she was wearing when she ran away. She couldn't give up the blouse and shirt. Her shoes were the worst, though. Flip-flops with a cloth over the toes and padded bottoms stolen from a large store.
These were her best clothes, and they paled in comparison to what Josh was wearing. She didn't even have any make-up to wear beyond her basic foundation, which was bordering a shade too light now that she'd tanned on the streets. She shifted almost uncomfortably now, the faded, brown, leather bag settling on her hip as she transferred the weight of her feet.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear to pull her bangs out of her eyes so she could look at Josh, the edge of her birdcage tattoo poking out on her neck.
"I'm Esperanza," she nearly flinched. Why did she introduce herself like that? She always had to qualify with her nickname. Then again, if she started with her nickname she'd have to justify that too. "Espie's okay. Or anything else you want to call me." She shrugged. "I'm not picky," she smiled at him.
"I'm new around here." She beat him to the punch line on that. She just hoped she wasn't keeping him from anything. He looked important...