She didn't remember seeing the titles in the bookcase, and the books weren't anywhere in the rooms, either on a table or where the computer was, so they'd have to be in his bedroom. "Let the right one in, that was made into a movie, right?" She'd remembered seeing something about it. Something about a vampire who was a child?"
"Terry Pratchett? Excellent! Do you like Neil Gaiman too?" He had already done everything for her, and she tried to figure out something she could do or say to keep the conversation going. Fortunately, that was when the doorbell rang. Liz reached into her pocket, pulling out a crumpled twenty dollar bill. "Hope this is enough, I have more next door." At his unbroken stare she added "For my half of the bill. Just, just take it ok? I know how hard you work. You can buy me something later if you want with the money, but I really just" The doorbell rang again, keeping her from having to finish up an awkward conversation that she seemed to be having alone, as he was simply continuing to look at her with that intense and slightly annoyed stare. Turning her back on Warren, she was at the door and opening it, and taking a huge armful of paper bag, heavy with food. And still her back twitched, imagining his eyes on her back. It was not a pleasant feeling; he had the hard dark stare of a cop, or a criminal.
With a big smile she was backing away from the door so that he could come forward with the food and give the delivery girl her money.
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"Terry Pratchett? Excellent! Do you like Neil Gaiman too?" He had already done everything for her, and she tried to figure out something she could do or say to keep the conversation going. Fortunately, that was when the doorbell rang. Liz reached into her pocket, pulling out a crumpled twenty dollar bill. "Hope this is enough, I have more next door." At his unbroken stare she added "For my half of the bill. Just, just take it ok? I know how hard you work. You can buy me something later if you want with the money, but I really just" The doorbell rang again, keeping her from having to finish up an awkward conversation that she seemed to be having alone, as he was simply continuing to look at her with that intense and slightly annoyed stare. Turning her back on Warren, she was at the door and opening it, and taking a huge armful of paper bag, heavy with food. And still her back twitched, imagining his eyes on her back. It was not a pleasant feeling; he had the hard dark stare of a cop, or a criminal.
With a big smile she was backing away from the door so that he could come forward with the food and give the delivery girl her money.