<span style="font-family:Amaranth">His only response to her question at first was to raise a hand, imploring her not to advance. She paused at the request, taking a moment to study the hulk of a man sitting on her grandfathers stairs. Despite his obvious height, he was thin, she realized. Almost as thin as her. His clothes were wrinkled as though they hadn't been washed in months, though she didn't smell any foul odor coming from his direction. Then again, she was still pretty far away, and she didn't plan on getting closer anytime soon. Thin or not, he had the height advantage, and she could only guess the strength advantage as well considering she knew she didn't do any sort of self defense. <br/>
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The silence stretched between them, and it was probably one of the most awkward silences she'd ever experienced. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she breathed in and out through her nose, trying to remain as still as possible so that she could continue to watch him. And he watched her, too. She hated being stared at, but for some reason, she thought that breaking the silence might be a mistake.<br/>
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Finally, he spoke. <i>Sinclair</i>, he told her. "To the city?" She echoed, her eyes leaving him for about half a second to glance towards where her car sat in the driveway. He offered to show her around the house just as her eyes landed on him again, and she couldn't hide the surprise when he admitted how long he'd been there. "Are you... were you a friend of his?" Cici asked, shifting her weight around again. She found it odd that he would just be here, waiting around for the man who wasn't going to return anytime soon.<br/>
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"His work?" Charlotte thought back to what she knew about the man, which was little to nothing at all. "Oh, the lawyer told me about this." She smiled slightly, still uncomfortable but somewhat proud that she remembered something. "He worked from home, the lawyer said. Some type of technical work for... a company I can't remember the name of." Her pride diminished slightly. "What did you help him with?"<br/>
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Sinclair reached for the banister and she tensed, but he just stood, leaning a little more than normal on it. She drew her bottom lip into her mouth, glancing towards the door again. "Do you need me to call you an uber or something?"</span>