When his eyes came back up to her, he must have noticed Lauren’s demeanor, because he quickly spoke. “Why did you leave your hostel so late? Why not just wait until morning?”
Lauren shrugged her shoulders. She wasn’t going to explain herself to a total stranger. She wasn’t going to explain that she left home looking to find something more in the world. She wasn’t going to explain that she really wasn’t sure what she was looking for anymore, and she wasn’t going to explain that since Berlin, she had been feeling more and more like she didn’t belong here; like she was pretending to be something that she wasn’t, and it was all just getting too overwhelming, so she decided to throw in the towel and go home. No, she couldn’t say that. Instead, she just shrugged her shoulders again.
“I don’t know. I just wasn’t really feeling this city anymore” she said, trying to sound like she wasn’t feeling like she was falling apart on the inside.
He looked at her with soft eyes, and he seemed to understand, but Lauren appreciated that he didn’t push the subject. “Yeah. Budapest can be tough. Is this your first solo trip?” he asked.
“Is is that obvious?” she asked in return.
He smiled reassuringly, “I’m just good at reading people,” he said.
She half smiled back, unsure of how to respond.