artificiallyimplantedmemories asked: “Why do people fear losing things that they don’t even have yet?”
Bess looked up from her coffee and cake, her eye catching the figure of a woman. She cast her gaze down to what had occupied her mind previously, picking at the dessert type food. “Because one fears what they don’t know, and one wouldn’t know the feeling of losing what they wouldn’t or shouldn’t have, so they fear the result of such.” It took a few moments to answer the question, honestly. She had a hard time thinking, with the lack of sleep as of lately. “Is there any reason you asked me that question?” The blond sent a cautious smile at the woman, looking up and dropping the metal fork onto the plate, not quite flinching at the clinking sound that only made the atmosphere more vibrant.
“An excuse to talk to you, mostly,” Natasha answered honestly. “But I do appreciate the response– I never did understand how people lived fearing for something that might never happen.” She extended a hand. “Natalie. And you are?”
Bess looked at her hand, observing it for a second. There had to be some type of catch, some reason why she wanted to speak to her. “Bess. Nice to meet you, Natalie.” She smiled pleasantly, but still guarded. The woman couldn’t help the lack of trust woven in her mind. That was how she had kept herself alive this long, not blindingly trusting every person she had a conversation with. “Is there any reason why you wanted to talk to me?” She laughed just a bit, taking a sip of her black coffee, sighing contently at the warmth in her chest.
Nat grinned and shook her hand. “I’m a regular here and I haven’t seen you before, that’s all.” Well, and you’ve popped up on my files a good dozen times and a couple instances are from before I was born and who the hell are you anyway? she didn’t say. “Pleased to meet you, by the way. I thought you might be an intellectual-- I don’t know, just something in your posture, I guess. I’m glad I was right.”