Yeah Becks is too busy being pissed to notice him. She walks fast, heading past nice restaurants and stores to the more-shall we say, bummy part of town-full of convenience stores and gas stations, rundown apartment buildings.
It's dusty, the floors are concrete, and there's a hole in the rotting wood ceiling-cobwebs in every corner. There's a raised platform on one side of the warehouse-on it is a beaten up-moth eaten air mattress with a used computer sitting on it and a knapsack on the floor next to it. That's literally all Becks has.
"I-I..I'm sorry, I just wanted to tell you that I don't think your an object at all. I think a wonderful person who has beautiful heart and I think you amazing and beautiful and just you..so I wanted to tell you and I know your mad trust me but, I wanted to tell you face to face that I am so sorry very sorry if I made you feel as if your object because you aren't I just..I..I should go actually but..I was wondering before I left..If you would maybe..wanna stay at my house for the weekend I know you don't know me and I don't know you either but you look like need and I don't want you too feel like I'm doing this and expecting anything back cause I'm not..but..call me if you would wanna come over..I think I'll go now.."
he turned around and started walking away