Re: Train tracks: Oliver & Gwen
"Creation is the act or process of bringing something into existence," she informed him, as if she ate dictionaries for lunch. "The flowerbed on the tracks is something you brought into existence, and therefore it's considered creation. Though, to be fair, I should warn you that Creationism is totally bogus." The words were very practical, and only the dimpled smile that followed them gave any true indication that the blonde standing in front of him wasn't just some super awesome AI. "You made them bloom, like a secret garden out here." She rubbed her fingers together, even as they rested now at her side, because the chalk was a weird version of smooth as she pressed her fingertips together, like there was a layer of unexpected (and totally not practical!) magic created in the glide. "I guess real flowers don't live super long either, not in this kind of weather."
His indication that he just wanted to see the chalk garden 'for tonight,' left her looking perplexed, and she glanced back toward it with a confusion that, once again, made her look like some blonde doll fresh off an assembly line. She assimilated the information like a new thing brought forth into the world, and then she regarded him again, more questions perched upon bowed little lips. "Why wouldn't you want to ensure you could see it again, when you wanted to experience it again? Or don't you think you'll want flowers again?" Sheepish, a moment later, as she replayed her own words back in her mind. "Sorry. I used the word 'again' way too many times in that set of sentences, and it led to awkward construction."
He offered his name, which she took as an olive branch of friendship, and her dimples deepened. "It's super nice to meet you, Oliver. Can I hold your chalk?" Which could sound totally obscene out of context, but the blonde in the scrubs looked completely earnest in her request, which was made it with an outstretched hand and upturned palm.