Sienna knew full well she was 'marrying up,' and that she would have to trade her most precious commodities in exchange—her dignity, her freedom, and her pride.
She really needed to take a step back and think about whether she could actually accept this kind of unequal relationship.
Sienna didn't want to go home, and just then, a bus pulled up to the stop. She got on without even checking the route.
She had no idea where she was going; she just wanted to get away.
She found a window seat and stared blankly at the passing city streets, her mind entirely numb.
She had no idea how long she sat there. The passenger beside her got off, and someone else took their place.
Suddenly, she didn't feel like riding anymore.
She hopped off at a random stop.
Only after stepping onto the pavement did she realize she was right in the middle of the downtown commercial district, a place she rarely visited.
The sun was starting to set.
The streetlights flickered on, casting a dim, yellow glow over the sidewalk and stretching her shadow long and thin.
Without any warning, drops of rain began to fall, smacking heavily against her face.
She hadn't brought an umbrella, so she crouched under the bus stop awning, hugging her knees to her chest.
The rain started pouring harder, splashing onto her shoes and chilling her skin.
Suddenly, an umbrella was held out over her head.
She looked up.
Finn stood right in front of her. He was wearing a crisp white shirt and dark slacks, holding a large umbrella.
Water ran off the edges of the canopy, soaking one of his shoulders.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I should be asking you that," Finn looked down at her. "Shouldn't you have just gotten off work around now?"
"Am I not allowed to take time off?" Sienna stood up, but she had been crouching for so long that her legs had fallen asleep. She wobbled dangerously, grabbing the bus stop pole to steady herself.
Finn watched her closely.
"Are you in a bad mood?"
She didn't answer.
"Just started a new relationship and you're already in a bad mood?"
Sienna's head snapped up.
"Stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. I can go wherever I want. The real question is, why do you always show up wherever I am?"
Finn didn't answer right away.
He looked at her, the rain pouring off the umbrella and splashing onto the pavement between them.
"I could ask you the exact same thing." His tone was perfectly level, devoid of any underlying emotion. "We're standing right next to the Fletcher Corporation building. It's perfectly normal for me to be here. But this is completely out of your way. You're practically on the opposite side of town."


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