[right][h2][color=999999]Lost in Translation[/color][/h2][@silver21][@Auragreedia][@Tlazolteotl][/right]

[color=lavender]Teresa watched as the man seemed to deteriorate from the girl’s touch.

As invasive as their presence was in this man’s headspace, Teresa couldn’t help but think the sight oddly fascinating. Here was someone who could hear them, but not himself be heard. He didn’t seem to be enjoying himself and he stayed, anyway. Why? For what purpose?

She supposed asking these questions would be little help, not if whatever answer he could give would be lost to the silence that wrapped itself around him. No, that would be too easy – and people were never easy.

Teresa slid her fingertips onto the table, tapping to get his attention. He wasn’t able to speak to them, but he’d shaken his head earlier. Perhaps simpler questions were doable.

‘[b]Easy[/b],’ she said, voice calm. ‘[b]Breathe. Are you waiting for someone?[/b]’[/color]