Where: Streets of San Francisco Who: @jayce-devereau
Classes for Mathilde were starting after the weekend was over which meant she still had a lot of supplies to get. She’d found some places in town that did student discount which also overlapped with her getting things for her room to make it a little more homely. A little more personality. That was always the problem with moving abroad; you couldn’t take everything with you. She was carrying a few bags when she noticed a pair of small children’s dancing shoes in the path and just ahead, a small girl with her backpack open. The tights she was wearing were a good indicator of a dancer. She could recognise those anywhere. The brunette femme leaned down to carefully pick them up and sped up a little to try and catch up to the girl and the man with her.
“Hi, sorry, I think you might have dropped these?”
However, the second the pair turned around to look at her, her heart dropped. The last person she expected to see was her ex-boyfriend from New York. The first person she ever loved. The man she had left behind on a one way trip to rehab. She felt sick. All those times she had wanted to call him and talk to him. All of the times she convinced herself it was a bad idea. She’d convinced herself she’d never see him again so why drag him back in to her life? Now he was stood in front of her with his daughter who she once knew quite well. Her eyes looked between the two of them for a second while her brain tried to think of literally anything to say right now.
“Oh, er...” Tilly held the shoes out to Zoey, realising she was still holding on to them. “...you’ve, grown...” That’s what two years can do to kids, Tilly. Get a grip! Her eyes tried to make eye contact with JD’s but she could never hold it for too long, ending up looking at the ground or to Zoey. Her heart simply hurt.