Damnit just say it, I told myself, it was the only way to keep him form walking away for good.
"You intrigued me," I blurted. He stopped so I continued. "That night, at the party, you intrigued me." He smiled cynically.
"You mean the one where you wouldn't talk to me when I spoke to you?" I diverted my eyes and tried to redeem myself.
"It was loud and you made no indication..." He was now standing next to me, towering really, once again wearing a suit jacket with no tie.
"Parties are loud but I'll forgive you." He later added, "I guess". He motioned for me to sit on the concrete step, nonchalantly he joined me. "I was partly there for them, partly there for my own pleasure. More so the latter."
"Them," I questioned like a child.
"The others, your family though they more so own you. You know who they are." This was true, I did know but I wanted confirmation.
"Why did they send you there?"
"As a watchdog, though I highly resent that. To make contact but it apparently wasn't the time."
"Sorry," I knew that it was my fault.
"Well it really wasn't the best setting."
"I was sad when you left."
"I think that was more the beer talking than anything else. Nice costume you had on by the way."
"Thanks." Impetuously I had the urge to put my head on his shoulder however I knew it would be inappropriate.
"Go ahead," he said reading my mind, "your intentions are innocent." So I did, kind of awkwardly at first until he put his arm around me. I suddenly was aware of the chill in the air.
"Who are you? I don't even know your name."
"Well my name isn't really important. Call me Liam, you have a fondness for that one. As far as who I am, I'm a nobody really."
"Like me."
"No you have a purpose Miranda. That is the title your apparent mother gave you right?"
"Yeah..." I said reluctantly though the shock soon dissipated.
"Well Miranda, you have a purpose. Maybe not the most fun but I'm sure you have some idea of what it is."
"Am I important to them?"
"Depends on how you define important. You definitely are an expensive project." Liam laughed slightly, more to himself than to me. "Either way you work with what you got. That's life."
He removed his arm which I took as a signal to remove my head. Liam's hazel eyes shined like gold. "There's a possibility they fucked up kid and unfortunately there are no miracles." That possibility was more of a fact to me. "Sorry." I nodded my head, there was nothing he could do yet I still didn't want Liam to leave.
"Will we-"
"Of course," he cut me off. "I get around." Liam rose gracefully and dusted himself off. "And hey kid. Raising hell doesn't have to be a sacrifice." With that, he disappeared into the night.
