Falling Petals

Isabella smiled at the girl’s shyness. “I am an angel, I promise you,” she chuckled. “Can’t you see my halo and wings? I promise I’m not actually a dark angel in disguise,” she grinned as she propped her elbow against the wall they were standing next to. “So were you headed somewhere specifically? Because if you weren’t we can make some tea and get to know each other if you’d like,” she smiled.

  “Oh, of course.” Harriet giggled, her hands lifting to her cheeks that were swept a rosey shade. The others humor was amusing to her, and in a way, comforting to her nerves. It was hard being a socially awkward girl in a house full of women. “I’ll try not to bump into your gorgeous white wings as we pass in the hallway. It’s not every day you meet an angel.” She awkwardly smoothed before clearing her throat to the question, her shoulders soon shrugged. “I was...well doing what I do best actually..hermitting myself away with my laptop and tea.” A slow muse spread across her lips, before her tongue dampened them. “But---I would turn down those plans for the tea of company. I’m sort of a loner, so please don’t be disappointed if I bore you..” Harriet quirked with a small grin.

“what is it that you do? trust me, living in a tour bus is actually quite boring. but i was with wonderful people, so that made the experience worth it. plus, the whole tour itself was dope!” maeve’s eyebrow arched a bit, hearing the other’s words. “i’m not bored. no worries. i’m sorry, did i interrupt your alone time or somethin’?”

    “I ehm...” This was such a simple question, why was such simplicity to Harriet so nerve wracking? The brunette lifted a pale hand and ruffled her fingers through her hair. “I just co-own a shop back in New York..and I have a blog..” There was a light scrunch of her nose. “Nothing extremely cool like touring.. but i’d never have the guts to do anything like that...in front of so many people...” The idea made her sick. She only aspired to be that open to people. It sounded freeing. “---heh...interrupt my alone time...no...if anything I encourage it to be interrupted. I hear I am too much of a hermit..” 

“Really? That’s brilliant — you’re brilliant. It’s fitting our paths should cross, ‘cause I’m pretty sure I have the gift of forgetfulness… might be wrong though, I dunno, I forget.” she paused to indulge her mind in a celebratory ‘ba dum tss’ moment. “There’s still time, who knows, maybe the gold part develops a little later in life, yeah? We’ll see. I’m a multiple name girl myself… Florence, or Flora — whatever you prefer. I don’t see a reason for you t’be apologizin’ now, Harry. I’m not having a bad time listening to you. I was rather enjoyin’ that jelly story. Today’s your lucky day, leprechaun, ‘cause I only like to listen to tangents performed by brilliant people.”

 God. Harriet gulped the corroded lump that had formed out of all of her nervousness within her throat. She felt her hands begin to develop a clammy coat to them at her disability to adapt to the simple compliments the other was giving to her. The brunette’s lips stretched wide in a burning grin, her hands finding themselves to hold for a comfort. “You’re a cheeky one.” The girl nodded shifting rolling on the heels of her feet. “Just so happens, I appreciate a little sense of humor. It helps me not feel so..ehm...” her fingers tugged at the sleeves of her cardigan. “awkward.” It seemed better to just announce it, surely Flora had to think she was an awkward little bean, right? -or maybe that was just Harry’s own insecurities assuming. “So, I haven’t reached Leprechaun puberty yet? I think after puberty comes the gold. It only seems fitting, Flora.” The girl softened to the name, it was a beautiful one, no doubt, and seemed perfect for the woman who stood before her. “Maybe I should have came out to my parents by telling them I was a Leprechaun, that rainbows trailed behind me. Opportunity missed.”