The last boy bolted down the street, almost tripping over his own feet. Roman watched Eli with interest. He wasn't really surprised, he would have not fallen for him so easily if he was just a normal person. But he did not know that he was that abnormal.
Eli walked back to the motorcycle and picked up his backpack noticing a scratch on the motorcycle, he looked up to Roman. "Sorry, I scratched the paint."
Roman snorted. "That's what you're worried about?"
Eli didn't answer, he tightened the strap on his bag and stepped aside. "You should go home."
Roman leaned forward, resting one hand casually on the bike seat. "You think you can walk away after doing that?"
Eli shot him a quick glance. "I am already walking away."
He looked up at Roman. The streetlight flickered above them, throwing Roman's face half in the shadow. It made the sharpness of his eyes look even more aggressive.
"Don't do that again." Roman said.
Eli blinked. "Do what?"
"Act like I am not here."
