belle

“Can’t blame a guy if I do, right?” He playfully winked, tucking the phone back into his pocket once she was done. “I’m Ethan by the way. I guess it would be polite of me to introduce myself, yeah?” 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ethan. I’m Belle.. I mean, I guess you already knew that because of the phone--” Belle cringed at the awkward introduction, before looking the male in the eye. “Belle. I’m Belle.”

“It’s fine, I’m just telling you to watch out next time.” she looked down on the blue-haired girl. She paused, eyeing her. “And, um, I like you hair.” she said, honestly.

“Uh, hah.. Thank you. It takes a lot of work to get it this colour, so I really appreciate that.” The smaller girl said nervously. The tall woman in front of het just reminded Belle of highschool, and how she wasn’t the most.. Popular girl in town.

Yuka: wait what ??? someone carved my number into a bench ??

Yuka: what a dink

Belle: but otherwise cool people like me wouldn't b texting you

Adelina: Boredom mostly..

Adelina: Maybe we'll start a trend and it a year the bench will be totally covered in numbers

Belle: Ohmygod that would b so amazing

Belle: I really hope this is a trend

Henley: does it say anything else

Henley: bc that would explain so much

Belle: "text her for a good time"

Adelina: I put that there two weeks ago...

Adelina: I mean I thought I would have had a text quicker than that but at least my experiment wasn't totally in vain

Belle: i'm putting mine right below yours

Belle: so i found this number carved into a wood bench

“Not exactly, no. About two-ish months now?”

“I’ve been here a week.” Belle smiled, shrugging. “Looks like we’re both newbies.

please don’t —- – please don’t yell at me. i’m no good with anger, i’m no good with feelings, i’m —- -- please don’t yell. my chest gets all tight and i have trouble breathing and, —- i do not respond well to anger. i’m sorry. —- ana asfa.

Belle saw the blonde pleading with her abuser, and she knew she had to help. It was about correct change for the coffee she had ordered, apparently she didn’t have enough. Walking over, Belle narrowed her eyes at the Barista over the counter. “Here’s five bucks, please chill.” She said to the angry person. Turning back to the victim, she smiled sweetly. “Come, sit with me.” She offered, raising an eyebrow.

Can you watch where you’re going?! Some of us actually have places to be. Thanks.

Belle looked up at the rather tall girl, before shrinking back into herself. “I’m sorry.. It was just a corner.. And I couldn’t see you.”

“What about This Is The End? Or any of Seth Rogen’s films for that matter?”

“This Is The End, Neighbours, The Interview. Even watched Freaks and Geeks. Anythin Seth Rogan and/or James Franco.” Belle laughed, raising an eyebrow. “Told you, darling. Movie Trash.”

Saskia thought that the girl- Belle, was no threat. Just a sweet, now not so, stranger. “Pleasure to meet you also.” she reciprocated the smile. 

“Again, I’m sorry about the staring. I tend to zone out, and you really did look familiar, from a distance. Have you been here long?”

“Thanks. I thought so too,” a little laugh escaped her lips. “I’m Yuka. It’s nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine! So have you and your little one lived her long?” Belle asked, genuinely interested.

“No, I dont mind at all.” Nikolas assured as he took another sip of the coffee. “Thats really good advice but I swear that is the one thing I’m allergic to. Just my luck.”

“Well, I’m sure we can find a replacement. I have so many different types of herbs and teas and stuff, something has to work.” She shrugged. “I’ll let you know when I come up with something.”