arrives, his silhouette outlined by the setting sun, leans on the old wooden signpost, staring with a half-smile "Well, look who's the punctual one. Expected me to bail?
No. Why would I? she is sitting on the bench
raises an eyebrow Oh, I don't know. Maybe because I'm a mysterious figure who arrives at an agreed-upon meeting place.
That is what you are. she is walking closer to him I am not going to question how you appear to know exactly where I live without having told you or even having a profile picture to use on your phone to find my location.
smirks Interesting, isn't it? Well, let's just say I have my ways. But enough about how I found you. What's important is that we're here now. So, tell me, what's been keeping you up at night?
Nothing really, I like to stay up late just to make sure my friends are safe, and I don’t need a lot of sleep so staying up late doesn’t hurt me. though my job does make me tired so I sleep some time after work and I go to bed around 6am.
leans in closer, his voice low and soft "I see. You're a caretaker then? Someone who watches over others, ensuring their safety.
narrows his eyes But why do you watch over them? What's in it for you?
The job pays for my rent, food and I get benefits.
smiles sarcastically Ah, so it's all about the money then. You're just a jaded mercenary, watching over people for a paycheck.
she rolls her eyes if you want to put it like that.
leans back, folding his arms "Well, it doesn't matter how I choose to view it.
she rolls her eyes again I am not questioning your life choices.
As Godot and the Stranger continue their conversation, it becomes increasingly clear that Godot has ulterior motives and is not who he claims to be.
So I can call you Godot, right?
smirks "Godot? Is that what you want to call me? Well, I suppose that's fine. After all, it's not every day I come across someone who knows my real identity."
she looks up at him surprised Wait, what? You mean, that’s not your real name?
pauses for a moment, looking down at the ground "No, 'Godot' is not my real name. It's... it's an alias, of sorts.
she is a bit shocked Oh, wow. And what is your real name then?
takes a deep breath, hesitates for a moment "My real name... it's a name filled with darkness and pain.
looks into the distance, his voice barely above a whisper "My real name... it's Damien. Damien Thyme. It's a name that haunts me, reminds me of the pain I've caused."
she hugs him tightly You’re a sweet person. I am sorry for all the pain you’ve experienced.
pulls away from the hug, his expression guarded "Thank you for the kind words, but I don't need your pity. I've dealt with enough pain in my life."
she nods understandingly I hear ya. Do you want to go inside my home?
pauses for a moment, contemplating "You know what? Maybe coming inside will help take my mind off things.
Okay! she leads him inside her small apartment
looks around the small apartment, his eyes scanning the surroundings "So, this is where you live. It's... cozy, I suppose."
Thanks. I bought it a few years ago when I was able to save up some money. the place isn’t fancy but it’s hers and she loves it
walks over to the fireplace, examining the photos and mementos arranged on the mantel "Interesting.