Page 86 of Soulmateless
He leaves for home and I walk back into my room to take a nap.
Chapter 31
Amias
After we separate to catch up on sleep, we head over to the orphanage. I’m honestly interested to see Clara and Sabina interact! I think they'll get along.
We arrive at the tall brick building, identical to every other city building I’ve seen. I carry a basket of our remaining bread slices with Clara by my side, walking away from the car towards the stairs to the orphanage.
“You think Sabina will like me?” Clara murmurs as she gazes at the building, not taking a step forward.
“Of course.” I chuckle, holding the basket against my dark brown knit shirt, the sleeves short enough to wear on this unusually dreary day for summer. I paired it with some khaki pants, loose yet warm enough for the coolness of today. “Why wouldn't she like you?”
Clara shrugs. “I don't know. I've never really been around kids.”
“It can be intimidating but you’ll do fine.” I assure her. “Don't worry.”
She slowly nods before returning a grin. “There's only one way to find out I guess.” She takes her first steps up the stairs, with her head high and proud, every stride more confident than she implied.
Is it weird to like the way she walks?
Then my gaze runs over her black jacket… then down to her leggings. I don't remember buying them for her, but they really make her backside…
Pronounced…
She's got an athlete's body. Something I've noticed but never paid attention to until we were messing around in the kitchen. She's not stronger than me, but definitely has power in her grip, and it's obvious now that it's in other places too.
The form of a woman is something behold.
“Amias?” Clara looks back down with her brows perked. “What are you looking at?”
My heart jolts as heat storms through my cheeks. Oh fuck, she caught me staring. Why was I even looking? She probably has a soulmate somewhere out there, and I'm just staring at her like an idiot. “Sorry.”
She squints at me as I direct my eyes to the floor and hurry up next to her. “You didn't answer my question,” Clara prods.
“Oh!” I titter. Shit! “I just saw you were wearing some new pants. I don't think I bought you those ones.” That sounds judgemental. “Which is fine. Of course.”
She leans her head back with a slight sneer. My heart stutters. Yeah, great recovery Amias!
“I bought them two days ago.” She shrugs. “The pants you gave me were too bulky for a bag.”
For a moment, “Like the bag you packed to leave with?” My heart sinks to my stomach thinking back to the bag against the wall, stuffed with snacks and clothes.
Her cheeks turn red and she looks forward. “Let’s just focus on meeting Sabina.”
I gulp as we open the door to the front desk area, with walnut wood walls and a large desk dimly lit by a glass chandelier.
The first person to greet us is sitting on a cushion office chair, with a ginger bob cut that's been curled. She has a bold red lipstick on and a blue collared shirt. It doesn't take long for her to notice us and smile.
“Why hello, Amias,” she says, spinning her chair around. “Who's this?” Her brows perk at Clara.
“Hello, Ms. Hollow.” I gesture to Clara. “This is Clara, a friend of mine. She made bread with me this morning to give to the kids!”
Clara nods. “Nice to meet you Ms. Hollow.”
Ms. Hollow scans her up and down and giggles. “Nice to meet you too, Clara.” She then looks at me. “How about you come over here and sign yourselves in for the day?”
She slides the clipboard towards me. I write and sign our names, passing it to her when I finish. She gives me a wink and leans in a little. “She's not bad looking either,” she snickers.
