Helenaâs chin settled on top of her balled up fist, watching Cal with a soft smile. He felt very calm to be around and so any feeling of being on edge had dissipated. âMy mind is wondering why do not seem very afraid of me.â Well, if he was, he was doing a really good job of hiding it. âI am not, um, what is this word. Intimi-?â She struggled to remember how the word was pronounced.
     âafraid?â higher yet the arch of his brows. âwhy should i be afraid?â a pause. âintimidating,â he helped her. she was different. they all were, of course; and he found that it wasnât just the different hair styles, the discrepancies in clothes and attires and stances, it was something visceral, something deep. something he could almost glimpse at in their eyes - in hers. so yeah, all different but helena withheld a quality that was undoubtedly unique. âis it what you think you are?â