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Still nothing. Lea stood awkwardly, debating what to do.
"Hey," she called softly, deciding on a quiet approach.

Jessie heard a soft whisper, but she figured it was for someone else. No one ever talked to her on the streets: her appearance made her seem too intimidating.

Elle est sourde, en fait. (So she's deaf, then.)
"Hey!" Lea called slightly louder, frustration growing slightly.

This made Jessie look up. She glanced around, but not seeing anyone, she kept walking. She didn't think to look behind her.

"Jesse!" She sped up slightly, resolving to tap her on the shoudler if it was necessary.

Jessie turned around, surprised to hear her name. "Oh, sorry. I thought you might have been talking to someone else."

(btw it's jessie not jesse)

(Oh I'm sorry!)
"No, just you. Fancy bumping into you again," Lea smiled, walking up to her, feeling flushed now that they were talking.

"Yeah, fancy," Jessie replied awkwardly. She had to admit: this was weird. If she'd seen this woman again, she probably wouldn't have done anything. Yet, this stranger was engaging in conversation.

She could tell Jessie wasn't quite at ease, but she'd tried so hard to get her attention that she wasn't about to let it go now.
"You're walking that way, right?" Lea asked, indicating the way they were both headed.

"Uh, yeah. But where I'm going is quite close by, so…" She trailed off.

"Good, so you can shake me off quickly enough," Lea joked, walking past Jessie and on to where they were going.

An awkward smile played on Jessie's lips, but she walked alongside Lea anyway.

They walked for a second in silence, but Lea didn't let it hang around.
"I was thinking about you as I left. Your job sounds real mysterious."

"Yeah, well. I can't tell you about it. Simple as that. But it's not what you're probably thinking."

"Wasn't expecting you to. Besides, unless you're an FBI agent, you're right that it isn't what I was thinking," Lea told Jessie with a laugh.

"No, I'm definitely not FBI. Wouldn't that be interesting?" She laughed softly, more to herself than Lea.

"It definitely would," Lea said, laughing along. "Well I'm a student. Or, will be. I'm on my gap year," she went on to explain.

"Oh, fun. Yeah, I've already been working in my dream job since I was younger, probably 12. Hard to explain."

"That must be so nice, doing what you love!" Lea said enthusiastically. "Have you always lived here?"

"Uh, no. I'm originally from Greece. My family moved over here to America when I was still quite young, so I've never really had an accent, I guess."

"Oh that's cool! Never been to Greece, but I just flew over from Bordeaux this morning, that's where I live."

"Bordeaux? That's in France, right? I think I've been there. Maybe a couple years ago."

"That's right! Surprised you couldn't tell," she joked, secretly pleased. Maybe her accent was already fading. "It's a great place, but I'm happy to get away."

"I travel a lot so I don't pay much attention to people's accents. And a lot of my friends are from different countries so I'm kinda used to it."

She expertly deflected the jolt of disappointment. "Got it. So is New York good for your work?"

"Yes and no. I travel a lot for work, but New York is kinda where our base is. We're a really small workplace."

"I see, I see. Well it sounds like a nice job, being friends with your coworkers and stuff. Although," she indicated Jessie's phone, "they seem to be a little frustrating right now."

"Yeah, well. They're just trying to get work done. They're kinda naggy, but we're all really close."

"That's nice. I've not really got any friends from my high school, they're all a bit stupid."

"Yeah, my friends are like that two." Jessie sighed. "But we kinda have to be serious when working. Our job needs it."