Isaac chuckled and shifted his weight nervously. He brought his hand up to touch at his sorry state of hair. His hands were stained with oil and an ash-colored grease from his long hours at work. Even after work he buried himself in the various projects he had at home, it was part of keeping his mind occupied so it wouldn't wander down dark corridors. His hand fell to his side. "I had a difficult time finding the right product to.. really bring out the grey." He teased. Yet, there was some truth to it. It was like shopping in a foreign food market and all the packages were a language he couldn't read. It was a big risk if you bought some Drain-o thinking it was shampoo.
Isaac blinked over her and considered how small she was, though she clearly was an adult, she was a tiny woman. He looked then past her. "Are you," his eyes met hers again, "headed home?" If so they could at least walk together. Rather than go in the same direction and avoid conversing, that would be awkward!
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Isaac blinked over her and considered how small she was, though she clearly was an adult, she was a tiny woman. He looked then past her. "Are you," his eyes met hers again, "headed home?" If so they could at least walk together. Rather than go in the same direction and avoid conversing, that would be awkward!