"Hey, I've seen you here quite often, what's your name?" Juliet asked without any shame and very straight forward, grinning a way she didn't think was able to come from her lips, the atmosphere she was radiating so much different from what she had been feeling before. This was socializing and to her, at least, it felt amazing.
The man did a great job in ignoring and isolating her again, though. He didn't even look up with his head, he only acknowledged the fact that she was walking backwards, in front of him, so he had to watch out for her feet. But to do so, he didn't need to look up at her face and talk to her.
She frowned as her nose twitched basically on its own, displaying her discomfort by this situation, but not ready to give up. She couldn't talk to more than one person at once, but she probably couldn't get through to him either.
"Come on. My name's Juliet. What's yours?" Juliet asked again, crossing her arms in front of her chest, not bothering to throw a glare back over her shoulder.
She knew that park out of memories, she didn't need to see the God damn way.
He still ignored her, and just as she wanted to huff in disapproval, a rather big branch made sure to cut her short.
Literally; as good as she might knew the way, she couldn't foresee any branches that fell down or anything, she really couldn't.
So when she felt herself slip, a surprised gasp left her throat and shoved the huff away, the anger replaced by fear of the embarrassment and pain that was going to come for her, her heart stopping, it shouldn't even be a surprise. And she cursed herself for it, screamed at herself in her head, you fucking idiot, you can't even walk!
A real surprise was, when she suddenly didn't fall anymore.
Air was pressed out of her poor lungs again from the fall being stopped and the existence of a firm grip steered by two arms that held her up mid air, with her feet almost no longer on the floor.
Juliet was now fully dependent (considering the well being of her back) on the stranger that had ignored her the times she tried having a conversation, and she tensed desperately in fear of him letting her fall to the ground nevertheless.
He was looking at her now, too. With an unreadable glare, but at least it was one she was getting.
Still, she internally and sincerely prayed to God that he wouldn't be too angry or find her too pathetic after this just happened, and thus she averted her gaze, muttering a quiet "Sorry".
The man pulled her back up on her feet until she could stand on her own, looked her up and down, met her eyes again, and all that without showing anything else than coldness. At least not on the first layer of his emotions shown in his face, bit deep down, Juliet saw a pool of warmth and love that made her smile oh so slightly.
"It's not important what my name is. Believe me, Juliet, you don't want to have anything to do with me," he said then, turning around again, leaving her behind him as if nothing just happened. As if his monotone voice didn't just say any word to her, as if he didn't ignore but then saved her from hurting her back and probably injuring her tailbone.
Rage cooked up inside of her since all her efforts of getting over her own shadow seemingly failed and he didn't even try to overcome his isolation.
But that was only for a moment, since Juliet then started to feel exasperated by just caring too much about anything that had just happened, too. Ignoring it and isolating was better.
Fuck it all.
"You know what? Fine! Go sulk in your own little lonely world," Juliet yelled after him, picking her hair back up into her two hands to put them up onto a ponytail again, huffing for real this time as she rolled her eyes, but immediately feeling guilty for the judgment she brought towards him.
Maybe that was a case of serendipity, something good that wasn't exactly searched for but would eventually include itself into one's life.
His eyes had an extremely beautiful and mesmerizing brown color after all, and deep down she was convinced that the personality behind them could be just as beautiful and mesmerizing.