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Beatrice was too busy trying to control her thoughts that she couldn't walk properly. Between suppressing the thoughts of the mustache man, her parents and being kidnapped by a group of bank robbers, her limping leg caught on an uneven bit of sidewalk and stumbled to the ground, aggravating all her wounds- even the emotional ones.
Bea blinked back tears and when she collected herself enough to pick up her papers and books, a white-haired boy with a kind face was helping her.
Was she alright?
No.
Beatrice swallowed and looked at him, "I'm fine. Just...tripped. I just gotta watch where I'm going."
Bea blinked back tears and when she collected herself enough to pick up her papers and books, a white-haired boy with a kind face was helping her.
Was she alright?
No.
Beatrice swallowed and looked at him, "I'm fine. Just...tripped. I just gotta watch where I'm going."
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Bea laughed softly, not sure how he managed to draw it out of her. He wasn't wrong. She just had to get back up. Being stabbed didn't mean the world ended. She needed to get a hold of herself. Herself and her three econ textbooks.
But his words hit Beatrice like a brick. It's okay if you weren't.
She took his hand and stood up, grateful for the assistance, "Thats very nice of you to say- and thank you for helping me. I probably shouldn't have been carrying these without a backpack in my state-" Bea squinted horribly for a second, and concealed her grey eyes behind sunglasses. On top of everything it was too bright for her eyes as well.
"I'm Beatrice, nice to meet you. Do you go to school here?" Normally she would have extended a hand, but between her arm in a sling and her things in her other hand, she had none to offer.
But his words hit Beatrice like a brick. It's okay if you weren't.
She took his hand and stood up, grateful for the assistance, "Thats very nice of you to say- and thank you for helping me. I probably shouldn't have been carrying these without a backpack in my state-" Bea squinted horribly for a second, and concealed her grey eyes behind sunglasses. On top of everything it was too bright for her eyes as well.
"I'm Beatrice, nice to meet you. Do you go to school here?" Normally she would have extended a hand, but between her arm in a sling and her things in her other hand, she had none to offer.
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"Thank you," Bea repeated. It was so ingrained her- the social niceties required to navigate wealthy social circles. To most if came off as stiff and aloof, and she hope he didn't see it that way, and so added, "I was named after my grandmother, so it probably does sound ancient...most people call me Bea."
She relaxed a bit around Isaiah. He had a friendly, disarming nature, and it eased her stress.
And then he asked her out.
Beatrice, for a single moment, froze like a deer in headlights. Strictly speaking she didn't do relationships. Between the constant reminders to keep her abilities suppressed, and the damage they had already done, she had accepted long ago that anything romantic wasn't...feasible. Not when she could potentially drive them insane.
But she took a breath, realizing it was more platonic. There was nothing...attatched, to this gesture. Bea smiled, "I love coffe."
She relaxed a bit around Isaiah. He had a friendly, disarming nature, and it eased her stress.
And then he asked her out.
Beatrice, for a single moment, froze like a deer in headlights. Strictly speaking she didn't do relationships. Between the constant reminders to keep her abilities suppressed, and the damage they had already done, she had accepted long ago that anything romantic wasn't...feasible. Not when she could potentially drive them insane.
But she took a breath, realizing it was more platonic. There was nothing...attatched, to this gesture. Bea smiled, "I love coffe."
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Bea looked tentatively at the bike, and back to Isaiah, studying him. The last time she had gotten coffee- Bea focused, shutting down her thoughts. She couldnt risk losing control. What had happened with Mary...she'd worry about it later. But Isaiah...there was a certain steadiness that made her think this coffee date might be a lot safer.
"I've...never ridden on a bike before and..." Bea gestured to her slinged arm, "Walking might be best."
"I've...never ridden on a bike before and..." Bea gestured to her slinged arm, "Walking might be best."
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Beatrice walked after him, managing to keep her limp to a minimum. Between Mrs. Walsh attention, and her own medical knowledge, and access to medical supplies, her leg was healing well. Her shoulder on the other hand...might never work the same. She didn't dwell on it, and focused on the conversation.
"I'm a business major, actually." Beatrice didn't mind it, but it wasn't her favorite. However, she at least wanted an MBA so she could manage the company properly, even if she had been training for it since she was thirteen. Even if she insisted on the black makeup and nosering, she looked the part too, wearing an office appropriate sweater and jacket with khakis. "Do you study anything? I havent seen you in any of my classes.
She noticed his loose hand. He was particularly subtle about it. However, Bea didn't want to be presumptous or give him the wrong idea. She compromised, resting her good hand gently around the crook of his elbow, as if letting him steady her.
"I'm a business major, actually." Beatrice didn't mind it, but it wasn't her favorite. However, she at least wanted an MBA so she could manage the company properly, even if she had been training for it since she was thirteen. Even if she insisted on the black makeup and nosering, she looked the part too, wearing an office appropriate sweater and jacket with khakis. "Do you study anything? I havent seen you in any of my classes.
She noticed his loose hand. He was particularly subtle about it. However, Bea didn't want to be presumptous or give him the wrong idea. She compromised, resting her good hand gently around the crook of his elbow, as if letting him steady her.
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He was smiling. It wasn't like Ms. Walsh, warm and sunny. But...soft and gentle. More like a candle than a star.
"I never really was into poetry," Beatrice admitted. She jumped on his next topic of conversation gratefully as they continued to walk, "You write music now?"
She was taken back by his next question. Did she like business? Bea, honestly, had never given it much thought. Even as a child, it was simply assumed she would take over the company, and while she hadn't any qualms with becoming CEO, Beatrice had never given much thought to her own interests, and what she would like to study- pursue. She thought for a moment.
"I don't mind business, and you learn a lot of useful things running a company," She said. "But...I really like medicine. I've always been more interested in the science and medical side of things than the business part. My parents used to get a lot of medical journals and pharmaceutical research papers that I would read."
"I never really was into poetry," Beatrice admitted. She jumped on his next topic of conversation gratefully as they continued to walk, "You write music now?"
She was taken back by his next question. Did she like business? Bea, honestly, had never given it much thought. Even as a child, it was simply assumed she would take over the company, and while she hadn't any qualms with becoming CEO, Beatrice had never given much thought to her own interests, and what she would like to study- pursue. She thought for a moment.
"I don't mind business, and you learn a lot of useful things running a company," She said. "But...I really like medicine. I've always been more interested in the science and medical side of things than the business part. My parents used to get a lot of medical journals and pharmaceutical research papers that I would read."
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"I don't listent to a lot of music, but you should definitely give me the names or links so I can check them out," Beatrice said politely. She could tell it was something he was shy about. It was personal to him.
Beatrice listened, and answered his next question, continuing to follow him down the sidewalk, "I just like the idea of making things how they should be. Fixing things, like you said, I guess."
Beatrice listened, and answered his next question, continuing to follow him down the sidewalk, "I just like the idea of making things how they should be. Fixing things, like you said, I guess."
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"Uh..."
There was no good way to explain why she was a business major. Or why she was a CEO at eighteen. Or why she was rich. Or seemed "mature" for her age. The only way to truthfully answer such questions left the questioner flustered, embarrassed and apologzing for poening such a can of worms. Beatrice had heard it hundreds of times before.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't know.
That's terrible. My condolences.
Beatrice sighed. She'd endured it before, and it wouldn't be the last time, "My parents...they owned a pharmaceutical company and they left me controlling interest in their will. They died when I was eleven."
They entered the shop, an ordered coffee. It was a cute place, and she ended up ordering a caramel frappe, which Isaiah offered to pay for. Beatrice waved him off politely. She knew she had more money than him, and refused to let him waste his cash on her, "No, please. Let me pay. It's no trouble."
There was no good way to explain why she was a business major. Or why she was a CEO at eighteen. Or why she was rich. Or seemed "mature" for her age. The only way to truthfully answer such questions left the questioner flustered, embarrassed and apologzing for poening such a can of worms. Beatrice had heard it hundreds of times before.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't know.
That's terrible. My condolences.
Beatrice sighed. She'd endured it before, and it wouldn't be the last time, "My parents...they owned a pharmaceutical company and they left me controlling interest in their will. They died when I was eleven."
They entered the shop, an ordered coffee. It was a cute place, and she ended up ordering a caramel frappe, which Isaiah offered to pay for. Beatrice waved him off politely. She knew she had more money than him, and refused to let him waste his cash on her, "No, please. Let me pay. It's no trouble."
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Bea couldn't help it. He hadn't mentioned her parents or offered sympathy, but instead had told the funniest joke she had heard in a long time. She burst out laughing, stifling it with her good arm, flushing red. While she got control over herself, Isaiah paid. She didn't argue.
"I'm sorry, I actually never heard that one before...I'm not a drug lord, promise." Beatrice said, following him to the table, her already sore midsection aching. But in a good way. She hadn't laughed in a while.
What was there to know about her? A lot actually, but nothing she could tell him.
"Uh...not much. I moved from New York at the start of the semester- I'm from Brooklyn. Work and school keeps me busy. What about you, Isaiah. You bought the coffee, what should I know about you?"
"I'm sorry, I actually never heard that one before...I'm not a drug lord, promise." Beatrice said, following him to the table, her already sore midsection aching. But in a good way. She hadn't laughed in a while.
What was there to know about her? A lot actually, but nothing she could tell him.
"Uh...not much. I moved from New York at the start of the semester- I'm from Brooklyn. Work and school keeps me busy. What about you, Isaiah. You bought the coffee, what should I know about you?"
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"Its not a bady city, and Im pretty NYC has less crime at this point," Beatrice shrugged. She was interested in his albinoism- a fascinating genetic mutation, but didn't press. White hair looked good on him anyway.
She thought again for a moment, buying herself time by taking a sip of coffee. Bea didn't like that there wasnt much she could share. Growing up around adults she wasnt super familiar with the things people her age were into. She didnt drink, had gone to private school and didn't watch movies a lot. Bea worked. She went to class. She focused on getting though each day without an incident.
"Uh...I crochet a lot. It's calming...every once in a while I try painting. I keep up with the news." Beatrice said, wincing as she adjusted herself in her seat. Her leg was still healing too. "I'm not very fun for a college student."
She thought again for a moment, buying herself time by taking a sip of coffee. Bea didn't like that there wasnt much she could share. Growing up around adults she wasnt super familiar with the things people her age were into. She didnt drink, had gone to private school and didn't watch movies a lot. Bea worked. She went to class. She focused on getting though each day without an incident.
"Uh...I crochet a lot. It's calming...every once in a while I try painting. I keep up with the news." Beatrice said, wincing as she adjusted herself in her seat. Her leg was still healing too. "I'm not very fun for a college student."
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"You're not that sketchy," Beatrice said kindly, "You knit and play music, how bad could you be, Mr. Isaiah." She took another sip, and immediately was caught off her guard at his next question. Had he just asked to coffee to ask her about getting hurt. He certainly seemed the type to play the hero and help the poor girl getting beat on by her boyfriend.
The words were on her lips. Beatrice had given the same excuse over and over. Her grip tightened around her coffee cup, and her she could feel her heartbeat again.
I was in a biking accident. I was lucky I was wearing a helmet. It was a nasty landing, but I'll recover.
She put on a smile, and looked up at Isaiah, latent fear in her eyes, and the smell of oranges permeating the small space. He was so genuine, she felt bad lying. Bea chose something closer to the truth, but her voice was still strained.
"I was uh...mugged. Some guy was looking for money. He had a knife and...he was too strong for me to fend off and I got stabbed." Beatrice exhaled. "I'm fine though. It wasn't that bad."
The words were on her lips. Beatrice had given the same excuse over and over. Her grip tightened around her coffee cup, and her she could feel her heartbeat again.
I was in a biking accident. I was lucky I was wearing a helmet. It was a nasty landing, but I'll recover.
She put on a smile, and looked up at Isaiah, latent fear in her eyes, and the smell of oranges permeating the small space. He was so genuine, she felt bad lying. Bea chose something closer to the truth, but her voice was still strained.
"I was uh...mugged. Some guy was looking for money. He had a knife and...he was too strong for me to fend off and I got stabbed." Beatrice exhaled. "I'm fine though. It wasn't that bad."
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"He doesn't...look worse." Isaiah gave her too much credit. She had barely been able to fight back, even a little against the Mustache Man. He gently moved his hand until his fingertips were brushing against hers.
It's okay if you're not okay.
Beatrice blinked back tears that came unbidden, keeping them at bay. She didn't like to cry.
She reached accepted the gesture, and squeezed his hand tightly. Bea didn't know what she relying on the comfort of a stranger, but for so long she hadn't been okay. And he was the first to admit that might be the case.
And then he called her, with ragged hair, red eyes and barely concealed bruises, beautiful. Beatrice choked out a laugh, "Thank you."
It's okay if you're not okay.
Beatrice blinked back tears that came unbidden, keeping them at bay. She didn't like to cry.
She reached accepted the gesture, and squeezed his hand tightly. Bea didn't know what she relying on the comfort of a stranger, but for so long she hadn't been okay. And he was the first to admit that might be the case.
And then he called her, with ragged hair, red eyes and barely concealed bruises, beautiful. Beatrice choked out a laugh, "Thank you."
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Beatrice laughed again, wiping her eyes before donning her sunglasses again. She kept holding his hand even though she didn’t know why, “That’s a terrible pun Mr. Isaiah. However, points for originality.”
She squeezed his hand, “No, I mean it…Thank you. You’ve been very kind and you don’t even know me.”
She squeezed his hand, “No, I mean it…Thank you. You’ve been very kind and you don’t even know me.”