[Zoey didn't typically ride on the subway for two reasons: the first was that there was no telling if something would go wrong and it would break down, making her late for work or for getting home. The second, because it meant being super flow to people and being super close to people usually meant that someone would notice the bruises. Someone would ask questions or offer to help and she'd have to rearrange her travel plans to avoid running into that person again... While most people just pretended that they didn't see anything, as it had been since childhood, there were still a handful of people scattered here and there that wanted to 'help'.
She'd opted for the subway because she was already running late for work after her step-father finished yelling at her about the house being a mess when he woke up that morning. He hadn't wanted to hear that it had been because she'd worked a double at the diner after her normal shift at the grocery store... he'd only cared that the dishes hasn't been finished... it never matted that her step-siblings did nothing at home. He'd cuffed her and she'd apologized, escaping the house as quickly as she could. It was the same thing every day for Zoey and the only thing that changed was what they yelled at her about, but now she had to make up for lost time. While there were downsides to the subway, she'd still get to work with a few minutes to spare if there were no hiccups.
There were always hiccups... they just varied and today was no different.
Though she made a point of keeping to herself, there was no missing Diego when he got onto the subway car she was sitting in and she's watching as he misses a step and stumbles. She's watching, but here's no fighting the effects of gravity and the contents of his smoothie to flying and hit home to the sound of her gasp. She sits there, a bit stunned, as the contents begin to soak into her oversized sweater.]
It's okay... I'm fine... It's fine. [She manages a weak reply, wiping her hands against her jeans as a dark blush colors her cheeks.]
Action!!!! Both are so good and perfect for Zoey!!
She'd opted for the subway because she was already running late for work after her step-father finished yelling at her about the house being a mess when he woke up that morning. He hadn't wanted to hear that it had been because she'd worked a double at the diner after her normal shift at the grocery store... he'd only cared that the dishes hasn't been finished... it never matted that her step-siblings did nothing at home. He'd cuffed her and she'd apologized, escaping the house as quickly as she could. It was the same thing every day for Zoey and the only thing that changed was what they yelled at her about, but now she had to make up for lost time. While there were downsides to the subway, she'd still get to work with a few minutes to spare if there were no hiccups.
There were always hiccups... they just varied and today was no different.
Though she made a point of keeping to herself, there was no missing Diego when he got onto the subway car she was sitting in and she's watching as he misses a step and stumbles. She's watching, but here's no fighting the effects of gravity and the contents of his smoothie to flying and hit home to the sound of her gasp. She sits there, a bit stunned, as the contents begin to soak into her oversized sweater.]
It's okay... I'm fine... It's fine. [She manages a weak reply, wiping her hands against her jeans as a dark blush colors her cheeks.]