ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌. ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐒. ㅤ

Dare she ask if he's okay?

She's pondering for a moment, awkwardly standing by the bench with her hands in her jacket pockets. Then, Sienna decides to take the seat beside him. She settles back, legs crossing over one another.

The rings she had decided to wear become items to fidget with, being twirled around and around her fingers. "Sunday's suck, right?"

"Is it really that bad?" Her head tilts in consideration, her lips curving into a faint smile. "Well, I've certainly had better days, I won't lie."

"Good point." She'd noticed his bouncing knee. Was he nervous, bored, or something else? "I don't know. Do you?"

Having lost him along the way, it takes her a moment to put it together. A look of realisation crosses her features. "You have a kid?"

His silence was rather sombre. Before she can think it through, words begin to pass through her lips once again. "Well, if you ever need help, or a break, I've got quite a lot of babysitting experience."

Sienna wafts her hand as though her offer was nothing; to her, it really was. "I used to look after teens before I moved here. Trust me, I can do troubled. I'm Sienna, by the way."

"Tell me about it." With a soft chuckle, her hand meets his in the middle and she offers a gentle shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ruhn."