Samuel followed her, his arms folded hard across his chest. His lips had thinned to an irritated line, his eyes narrowed as he tried to bring this strange meeting into some sort of perspective. He had tried to help, to be the bigger, better person, and he saw now what it got him: more frustration and more lost sleep. He would know her name and apartment number within days, but now it was the principle of the thing that was getting under his skin. But there was more than that keeping him here, though he hated to admit it; it was the way she had looked at him, the simple words she'd used that seemed to rouse something dormant within him. He wanted to understand, but could not even begin to. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to her actions or speech, leaving him with only one option: It had all been coincidence, a reaction brought on by his own lack of sleep and having acted somewhat out of character. Nothing more.
He stopped where he stood, looking from the elevator to the girl and back again. Home sounded better with every passing second. "Try not to wander back outside, hm? Just go home, wherever that is."