Lajila Nox
Jila spooked as the man spoke, tripping a step back. Stupid man! I was doing fine! She thought, scowling at him. Yet, despite herself, she nodded and took a controlled step back from the tracks. She didn't say a word, sliding her phone from her pocket but only turning it on to check the time. Even if she did speak, she wouldn't know hat to say to the man. He called me "miss." Strange. A formal man indeed. Kinda cute- no- bad Jila. No thinking like that. She scolded herself. There was no way she was letting herself fall for somebody older than her.
