His face contorted, and for a few brief moments, Ollie deeply considered letting Nona be. The last time they had spoken she had asked for time, and he had rather scorned-like travelled to Africa for the most fruitless of searches. And then, New Year's Eve...
He closed his eyes, squeezing them shut tight as he wondered how all roads had placed him here. He in front of Madam Puddifoot's, desperately seeking some clarity from the unwanted life he was currently leading inside the shop, and her... he paused, finding that he could not immediately assume what Nona would be doing here. What was she doing here? What would she be--- he couldn't imagine she would willingly attend a public spectacle such as this lonesome, let alone with someone else....
Ollie cursed under his breath, realizing what he was going to do even before he did it. Bringing his balled fist up to his head, he pressed his hand into his forehead for a few moments before letting out a strangled, "Wait!"
Like second nature, he flicked his cigarette into the snow as he hurried after her. She was fast, but so was he, and with the longer set of legs, Ollie caught up to Nona eventually. Though, he would admit, a task made no easier by her. He withheld this thought as he turned on his heel to face her. But she continued to trudge right past him, and it was with a huff that he caught up to Nona again, and kept pace with her only by walking backwards in front of her.
"Nona--- please, stop," he begged, putting his hands up in a passive attempt to stop her. He had no doubt she would plow right through him, but it was worth a vain effort.
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