Evelyn's Takeover: A Narrative Fiction

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Evelyn felt Roan following close behind her and before she knew it an arm snaked around her to give Evelyn extra support walking. Instantly, Evelyn put her arm gently on Roan’s shoulder for assistance and gave a small smile in thanks. The smile she had grew larger when she heard that her helper did not mind helping her back to her car. This was just surprising Evelyn more and more in the short amount of time she had with Roan.

A moment of silence passed between the pair before Evelyn heard Roan say something about how if she did leave her alone she would have nightmares. Evelyn giggled and jokingly teased back at Roan. ”Aw, you’d miss me that much?” Evelyn paused as Roan apologized for being sweaty. An odd thing to be sorry for Evelyn thought. ”Well, I would be disturbed if you jogged this entire way and you weren’t sweaty, haha. No need to worry.”

Evelyn felt as if Roan was loosening up to her, which she enjoyed seeing. Most times people either thought Evelyn was hilarious, down right annoying, or were too busy staring at her breasts. The last one had always been the most amusing, but it was nice to meet someone that will hopefully fit in the first category and not the second one.
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She didn’t want Roan to think she was lying and laughing would make her look weird as hell.

”Good, because I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.” After a moment of thinking Evelyn hoped that it didn’t sound too weird. She had a habit of thinking something hilarious and then it turns into verbal diarrhea.

Evelyn hobbled a bit more as she walked alongside Roan. To quickly change subject Evelyn decided to discuss her car’s whereabouts. ”Thankfully I didn’t park too far away from here. Was almost done my jog too.” Evelyn paused briefly before speaking again. ”Don’t mind me asking, but you seem like the sports type of girl. Do you play

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