“Your best friend is a dick, glad we’ve established that.” She paused, catching his gaze thoughtfully, as she smiled softly. Birds tended to flock with the same kind, at least that was what people liked to say but she knew that wasn’t true. Some of her best friends were complete opposites from Deniz and more often than not those were the best ones. “I reckon that is a fair deal,” Not that she would ever do it. Such public actions were frown upon, after all she had an image to protect. Thus far she had done a damn good job not being some rich bratty girl that just picked up a pen and parents’ funds made her books a possibility. Not that it could be true consider how her mother had managed to go through the funds that her step father had left her with. “I am just trying to figure out if I am going to buy this year’s calendar – which month did you get? Trying to do my civics duty here.” She joked, light laughter escaping her lips. “So either way you were going to end up in law enforcement? So where are you originally from?” He was a open book, it was refreshing. There was no game, no cards to his chest. At least so far there was no telling of such actions. Then again wasn’t that how things usually are at the beginning? Simple? Till life manages to creep in and make everything so damn complicated. “Mhm,” she took a breather before leaning forward and letting her shoulders drop comfortably, “Ok, I was adopted by my mother to save her marriage – didn’t work. That ended in a divorce and then she remarried. We moved from California to Iron River when I was rather young. Got a scholarship to Boston University and ended up finding my career, which you’ll find all about in that google search. After a couple of failed relationships I decided to leave New York,” More like after two divorces, one that had just been rushed and the other that had just been in it for the money , and a runaway bride moment was what she should’ve said but she wanted to enjoy this. The just two simple people getting to know each other a little bit longer, “I decided to come back home and spend some time with my brother. Wanted my daughter to not get tainted,” The fame had already confused her, it didn’t need to take Seyhan too. “Ms. Deniz Goodwin,” she disclosed as she took a piece of the cinnamon roll, “Also, I am a sucker for sweets,” she paused, the guilt sinking in though she hadn’t lied she was a firm believer that omissions were just as bad as straight up lying, She wiped off the residue of the treat from her upper lip before looking up at him, “I left cause I’ve been divorced twice and was about to get married again, but I couldn’t do it. So my maid of honor drove the getaway car and I came back home a year ago.” nervous laughter filled up the space, “hence my meddling assistant.”
“College friends...you know how it goes,” he chuckled lightly as his gaze met hers. She was surprisingly easy when it came to conversation. Not like some of the other girls Eduardo had sent his way, a number of awkward silences or girls who were strictly uniform chasers. Bear hadn’t realized the whole groupie thing that came with being in uniform. Truly wasn’t the reason he got into being a firefighter then again, he wasn’t sure if that was on anyones radar when it came to running into a burning building. He listened as she spoke taking in the gentile gestures she made and the way her brows, lips, gaze curved. She was taking a risk in just being there. He knew a thing or two about risks. As the brunette across from him at the tiny cafe table opened up Bear tilted his head as he listened every once in a while taking a sip of his coffee, smiling when she did so, relaxing as she spoke. As soon as she asked about the calendar he nodded his head, “Ahh so now I know why you’re really here,” Bear pointed out. “I’ve been told I give off November vibes...or July, but really I’m more of an April.” There was no calendar but he was sure the fire department was headed that way. They needed new equipment...bad. And in some ways he found the calendar less demoralizing than the shirtless carwashes for charity. Nodding, some way he’d end up somewhere in law. “Thought a bit about a cop for a while, but I knew about two thirds of my family would end up hating me since we weren’t exactly following the law much as kids...” Bear sat up a bit straighter the moment she divulged she had gone to school or spent some time in Boston, pointing to himself, “Boston, couldn’t tell the horrible accent? Grew up a bit in East Boston then the family moved to Fenway-Kenmore, the park was walking distance, my brothers n I used to pick up extra cash on the downlow parking peoples cars,” he put on the PAHk and KAH for her nice and heavy. “BU, that’s a good one heavy liberal arts school, right?” He raised a brow looking at her. Nodding along to her story, “That’s heavy...” resting his forearms on the table he gazed at her, his glance sincere, honest, open, “I’m not judging, if you’re wondering...you followed your heart that’s more of a risk than I’ve taken with mine. I almost proposed to a girl few years back...thought she was the one then realized she was fuckin another guy when I was doing my three days on rotation,” he nodded. Reaching out handing her his phone, “Block yourself on my Google search, I’d rather just talk to you, I don’t believe shit on the internet anyway.” Smiling a little, “I bet she’s a firecracker,” he mentioned in regards to her daughter, “How old? And listen, I hear third time’s the charm.” Bear smiled reassuring what he’d just said, he didn’t judge and that was pure. “Pleasure to meet you Deniz.”
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