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She accepted the compliments, not that it would actually be something odd to happen to her. Bethany wasn’t one of those girls who didn’t acknowledge the fact she was beautiful, she knew that, but she would never let it define her. The brunette had learned from a young age that she could be anything she wanted to be, and she decided to look beyond it, she was the beautiful dork who would hide behind books because if felt good, and later because if felt easier. “I don’t really read them for a living, it’s mostly a hobby. After all, I focus on reading about countries and their cultures, about their food and habits and I’ll probably keep talking about it because I don’t ever know when to actually stop talking. One of my flaws,” she replied, flashing a smile as she updated the books on his name. Moving them back to the counter so Peter could have them along with his card. But her acts stopped once he said he was a writer. Someone who would place her passion in the blank pages and make them come true. “Shut up, are you? That’s so cool! And while information online is good, a book is always better… and I apologize, about getting your name wrong. Won’t happen again.”
She kept her eyes on him for a bit, debating inside her head. What harm would it cause? While Bethany was never looking for more than just a one night stand, she could have in Peter a friend… or another person she would run from their bed next morning. It was hard opening herself up, it was hard letting someone new in, it was easier avoiding it. Definitel easier. “Friday. I’m free.” She replied before turning her back at him to grab a piece of paper as she grabbed the pen inside the desk to write her number. He is a stranger, Bethany. He could be just like them, pretending to be nice so you will be fooled. You will be fooled one more time.
She shook her head ignoring the ideas inside her mind that would force her to think this was all a bad idea. Please don’t be a bad idea. The conflict was always there, with every stranger she would met, with every person she would lay with, afraid if she closed her eyes next to them she wouldn’t see the light of day again, that a drink bought from someone would be drugged. Fear was all over her despite all those years, after all, her friend was back. And deep down she was starting to think she would never be. “Here it is.” She allowed herself to stop thinking about her worries as she moved back to him, with a smile and her number. “Call me, you don’t need to use pick up lines. Trust me, sometimes they won’t be the best ones, they will only make someone look worst. And its Bethany,” she replied. “My name, I mean. Bethany.”
“I like talkative women.” He cut in, more in a ‘I was thinking out loud’ kind of way, than in an ass-kissing kind of way. “I think you’d like talking to my dad, then. Good ol’South Korean old man, has lots of stories to tell.” Hopefully she wouldn’t take this the wrong way. Peter knew how the mention of parents to a random person that he was actually flirting with, without the actual intention to flirt, would sound bad, but at least he was being honest. If she liked reading about different cultures and countries, his father might actually be interesting to talk to. “And, well, if you like all of these things, these books might be interesting to you. You know, Anthropology being what it is. I don’t know. It might interest you. But I’ll let you know what I think of them as soon as I return them. Hopefully it’ll be your shift, because the last times I’ve been here, it was another girl checking out the books.” Peter didn’t know when to stop talking, too... and maybe that was one of his flaws, or maybe that was the reason why he liked talkative people, too. Because he wouldn’t feel so alone, just talking and talking and talking. “It’s definitely not a flaw. I mean, you’re kind of like me, so how could it be a flaw? As for the name, it’s not a big deal. People get my name wrong all the time. I’m used to it. Besides, I’m in a good mood, so I won’t hold it against you, promise.”
“Yeah, I’m working with the MTV studios here. I mean, it’s not what I love doing, but it brings home the bacon. It allows me to work on my own projects, so I can’t really complain. If I have to write about teenagers messing around with supernatural things, I totally will.” He laughed softly, even though they were still in a library and people would probably reprimand them soon. See, this is why he needed to take this girl out for a drink or maybe dinner and a movie. No strings attached, no weight of it being a date or anything of sorts. Just two people chatting about their interests. It didn’t sound as serious as most people would claim it to be, right? He lit up at the mention of her being free on Friday and even though he did a horrible job at hiding it, Peter still tried. He tried not to look like a teenager who had just received a ‘hi’ from the prettiest girl in school. “Friday. Okay. Friday is perfect.” He took his card back, a childish smile toying on his lips, and nodded, when she told him not to use any pick up lines. “Oh, no worries. I wasn’t thinking about using them either. I suck at pick up lines. I mean, look at me... I’m as dorkish as I can get, right?” Peter laughed softly as he put the books into his backpack and looked back up at the brunette.
“Don’t get be wrong, but I can’t wait for Friday to come. I’ll call you, okay? Um... And please pick the place where we’re going? New in town, remember?” He pointed his thumbs to himself, before adjusting his backpack on his shoulder. “I’ll talk to you soon, Bethany.”
