He wasn’t looking around, but he was tempted to move his eyes away from her face, to watch their surroundings cautiously. For the moment he felt unsettled, out of place in an alley that could turn into the perfect stomping ground for something that went bump in the night.
Suddenly he felt bad for her, for this girl was didn’t belong in a city like Los Angeles. People were showing up, being ripped away from their families, from their surroundings, only to be thrown into something so full of chaos. It must have been unnerving, must have been weird and depressing, to find one’s self so far from home. He could relate in a way, but unlike them he’d chosen to leave home.
“Thanks... We should probably get outta here.” The last sentence was abrubt, almost unexpected, like he'd just remembered that he had to say it.
He was still tapping anxiously against his leg and wasn’t entirely aware that he was doing it to begin with. It was a nervous habit, a new one perhaps.
He’d feel better once they were out on the streets, away from the alley.