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jaclyn baker. 25. "i had a friend who used the word love a lot, but her drawbridge was always up."

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carter-lowell:

“I guess that’s reasonable,” he said with a shrug, even if her decision making took longer than usual. He nodded in response to her question. American drinks had been something he added to the bar once he owned it, finding that they were extremely popular with study-abroad students and tourists that weren’t as adventurous as they wanted their instagram posts to make them seem. 

Jaclyn fished through her purse for a few bills, placing them on the bar as he placed the bottle in front of her. “Thanks.” She curled her hand around the drink, taking a long sip. She couldn’t handle liquor or mixed drinks very well, being a light-weight, but one beer wouldn’t hurt. Unsure of the etiquette of sitting at the bar, Jaclyn didn’t know whether to continue to conversation with the bartender or if that would be distracting. Slightly awkwardly, she asked, “So you get a lot of tourists here?” 

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Act like you trust people, but don’t.

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harlow-rowe:

Uponhearing a stranger’s voice, Harlow looked to her side to find a petite brunettelooking at her. By the look in her eyes, it was clear the other hadn’t wantedto disturb her, but it seemed like she was really in need of some help, which,quite honestly, Harlow didn’t mind providing. “Yeah, of course.” She offeredimmediately, looking at the bookcase and reaching for the book the other waspointing at. “This one?” She asked, just to be sure, as she held the book bythe other’s eye line.

The other had a politeness that matched her own and responded in English; two things that were a relief to Jaclyn. While she was getting by, without a doubt the worst part of living in Italy was not knowing Italian, an issue she could only blame on herself. “Actually the one to the left of that one,” she replied. “They’re the same book; I’m just looking for the newer edition. I already own the older one.” As soon as she realized she had shared too much, she promptly shut up. 

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victoriaxaman:

Victoria was lost in the pages of an old novel her father had recommended when the stranger’s voice brought her back to reality. It took her a moment to understand what the other wanted but as she finally understood, she smiled sweetly at the brunette, slowly getting up and taking a look at the shelves around. ‘’I’m not that tall either but I can always try’’ she offered with a soft giggle, putting back the novel in her bag. 

When the young woman stood up, Jaclyn was quite embarrassed. “It would be my luck that I would find the other shortest person in this store,” she joked, tone dry and in an almost-mumble. Jaclyn, ever curious about the literature others chose, nodded at the book the other slid into her bag. “What are you reading?”

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davidmichaelson:

David liked to keep to himself, that much was obvious. At least, to him it was obvious. He spent time with his head bent over a book, taking in the words and not listening to the words of strangers around him. They always seemed to moan about one thing or another, not realising that their problems were actually not the end of the world. He was thinking about that with a frown on his face when he heard some rustling and looked up at the wrong time because somebody began to talk to him. 

“Um… Okay,” he agreed. It would be rude not to. “Which book do you want?”

The stranger didn’t seem happy at all to be disturbed, and as soon as Jaclyn got the request out of her mouth, she suddenly wanted to shove it back in, wishing she had never spoken up in the first place. Her voice shrunk as she responded. “The one with the gold binding, please. With the cursive title.” She mentally began calculating if the book of poetry was even worth the awkward situation. 

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coramciver:

“For me it’s the latter, and where to find the nearest liquor store or bar,” Cora replied with no shame. What did she care of some random woman knew about her habit? Not like she probably cared anyway– unless she was practicing abstaining from alcohol and her religion made her personally offended by the mere mention of it. “There’s just something reassuring about knowing how to curse someone out in more than one language.”

Jaclyn gave a scoff that was halfway between a laugh and a gasp--mostly because she was caught off-guard by the brunette’s openness. Rarely did she find the appeal in drinking, not that she frowned upon those who did, so she couldn’t really relate. “How often do you find the need to curse someone out in a foreign language?” she asked, mostly as a joke, although if this woman was as intimidating as she was with everyone, then her cursing may have been a common event. 

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10 things I wish residents/patients knew

1. Pulling every call light in your room won’t make us move any faster. Be patient. 2. Everyone always has to go to the bathroom at the same time so again, be patient. We are aware you have to go. 3. Be as independent as you can for as long as you can because you will miss the little things when we have to do it all for you. Ex. Buttoning your shirt or brushing your hair. 4. 98% of the time we will be short help so I apologize in advance if I rush you or feel rushed. It’s not you, it’s me. 5. You will fall even if we do everything we can to prevent it. 6. I will be there to patch you up and hold you when you do. 7. Tell us about your family and your childhood. It’s more interesting to us than you think. 8. I know lifts aren’t ideal, but neither is having my back replaced at 25 so bare with me. 9. I will sit with you if you’re afraid to die alone and cry for you if your family doesn’t when you pass away. 10. You make me a better person. Stubborn or not. I know it isn’t easy to need help, but I’m thankful you let me help you anyway.

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natalienolans:

Startled at the directed attention, the brunette jumps slightly before turning around, lips curving into a friendly smile. “Don’t sweat it!” Once at the proper shelf, she tips her head back to gaze at the book, higher than both their heads. At 5′4″, Natalie really couldn’t be considered extremely tall, either, though grabbing the book was certainly less of a challenge in comparison. She first extended her arm, frustrated to find that her fingertips just grazed the book mid-spine. Determined, she cast an anxious look around to determine whether the coast was clear. She’d never attempt this if there’d been a hot guy ‘round, shallow as it sounded. Noticing no one except the girl who’d asked for help, Natalie started jumping, trying to grab at the elusive book. Finally, her fingers hooked onto the top and she dragged it down with her, though she lost grip on the book halfway and the heavy volume tumbled to the ground – right onto her own foot. Karma, she thought wryly. Holding back a grimace of pain, Natalie scooped up the book and presented it to the girl with a mischievous smile. “Here ‘ya go. Sorry for the wait!”

Jaclyn hadn’t meant to startle the other person and felt a pang of guilt that was soon dissipated by the friendly smile that formed on the stranger’s face. “Thank you,” she responded with her own grin, before the other began reaching for the book. When the brunette couldn’t reach it initially, Jaclyn opened her mouth to tell her it was fine if she couldn’t reach it, but before she could get the words out, the other was looking around the bookstore before giving a hop. Jaclyn, ever the type of person to avoid attention or outlandish scenarios, immediately lifted a hand to her mouth to cover a mix between a gasp and a laugh at the woman’s determination to help her. “Oh my gosh,” she said as the book finally fell from the shelf that was keeping it hostage--only to land of the foot of the stranger who had so kindly helped her. “Thank you, really. You didn’t have to go to all that trouble.” Admittedly, Jaclyn had been trying to find that particular book of poetry for weeks before tracking down a copy to this shop. “Why don’t you let me buy you some gelato--or coffee?” She always defaulted to gelato simply because of the country she currently resided in--and because it sounded a bit more unique than just a coffee trip. “Seriously, I never would have gotten it down myself.”

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ava-santos:

In an effort to exhaust the beautiful city that Ava had ran away to, she found herself in a pretty vintage book store, scanning over the delicate books that fell over the shelves. How she wished that she could follow through an all Italian novel but she was still learning and quite frankly, Ava still couldn’t get through a full sentence in Italian before getting stumped. So, she went over to the books that were in English, classics - she could see - and pulled out one at random to read the first few pages. Looking up upon the woman’s request, she let out a small laugh and nodded her head, “I can try -”  She replied, “How high is it? Maybe we can get a ladder from somewhere.” 

Maybe it was the fact that she was currently surrounded by the things she found the most comfort in, or how the stranger gave the smallest laugh in response instead of an annoyed expression, but Jaclyn felt just the smallest bit of awkwardness melt away. However, at the realization that the one person she confronted wasn’t any taller than her herself, she did fell slightly embarrassed. “I suppose a search for a ladder would be the best idea. It’s about six inches-” She stopped, realizing her mistake of not using metric. “Uh, about fifteen centimeters out of reach?”

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“To fuck off, or fuck himself– depends on how literal you take the translation.” Cora had calmed somewhat, though there was hardly any friendliness in her strong features.

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While the term may have been familiar to Jaclyn, the meaning was unknown to her until the brunette shared, and it amused her enough to lift the corners of her mouth just a bit. “Well, I suppose if there’s two things I should know in Italian, it should be how to find the restroom and how to tell someone to screw themselves.” It wasn’t that she didn’t like cursing, but the curses usually never fell from her own mouth. 

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She – just kept her thoughts to herself.  She just –

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dermilas:

Eyeing the brunette up and down in regards to her height, he chuckled and nodded his head, lightly tossing the gloves aside. “F’course, love.” Walking over to the rack, he reached up to get them having no issues with his 6′1″ figure, handing both of them to her with a smile. “There ya go. I dunno why we keep them up there, anyways. Italians aren’t very tall.”

She hadn’t completely recognized the face until he had turned to face her, handing over the weights. Her mouth opened but a thank you didn’t tumble out, and instead she appeared to be impersonating a goldfish for a few moments as she tried to come up with the least awkward thing she could say. Of course, anything at that point would have been better than just standing in silence, but instead of coming up with a response, her mind could only focus on the fact that out of all the people she had to run into today, it had to be the one person in Italy who had seen her naked. “Thanks....I, yeah...thanks.” Taking the dumbbells from him, she almost dropped them in her awkward bustling. If it was anyone else, she may have given a pleasant 'It's nice to see you again,' but she was mostly hoping he didn't remember her at all.

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Jaclyn was one who did her best to never put herself in the position of approaching strangers. It was awkward and usually neither of them actually wanted to be in that situation. However in this case, it was actually quite impossible for her to reach the book she wanted with her small 5′2″ stature. She loved old bookstores but oh, how she hated the shelves she couldn’t reach. “I’m really not trying to be a burden,” she began, choosing one of the patrons who didn’t seem to be immersed in a book. “But do you think you could reach a book for me?”