Searching for Something to Believe In

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Rain. It suited the melancholy mood of one Peyton Davidson. The blonde was starting to wonder if she would ever capture a photo that would please her art instructor. She kept hearing the words repeat over and over in her brain. "Peyton your pictures are very good, but they don't really move me. You've got to start finding subjects that speak to you. Start searching for something to believe in that will make others believe too." So from here on out Peyton would be searching for a subject to make her believe, though believe in what she wasn't quite sure.

Sighing heavily the twenty three year old tucked herself into a nearby cafe. After picking up her order, a small latte and a cranberry scone, she found a seat near the window and sat down. Her hazel eyes searched the scenery outside, wondering what exactly it was that she was in need of to produce a truly epic photo. She wanted to capture something that meant something to someone, but apparently that was going to be quite a feat indeed.

"Something to believe in, I'm searching for something to believe in,"
she mumbled aimlessly to herself as she stirred the hot liquid in the cup sitting in front of her.
 
A yawn crept up on the eldest valentine. He'd been up most of the night working on a report for his work. He hadn't expected it to take so long, but with one thing after another happening in his home, it had taken him most of the afternoon to get down a hundred works. It was a good thing that coffee existed, or he knew he wouldn't have lasted more than an hour. Each day was roughly the same for Alezander Valentine. He got up, when he first heard movement in the house. It was instinct, that and his alarm went off at around the same time as the first woke up. This was the early time of about seven in the morning. Very few mornings did Zander sleep past half seven, but every so often he had the opportunity to sleep longer, and even if it wasn't that much longer, Zander did. He always took it. But, it was once in a blue moon. When it was not the holiday's Zander then had the task of getting the youngest two washed and ready for school. While, Mara made breakfast and lunch for them both. Zander would then take them on the short walk to the school. This was without him having anything as of yet, and once he'd dropped them off, Zander walked back to the house and got ready himself. It was a quick process, with both Robin and Mara leaving the house just as he returned. And while this was the only time he got to himself on a normal day there was no time to enjoy it, a morning coffee, and a bit of bread were enjoyed on his way to the ministry. His day continued just as busy. But it was the holidays that made Zander wonder why he didn't just walk away. With all of his siblings in the house at the one time, things were hectic. Robin had recently just been fired, so there was increased tension. Mara still had her degree, and her job, so she was away more than most. Ciel and Kyle were running riot around the house, annoying and basically bullying Kailey, who as per usual was suffering from more than Zander knew how to handle. He never knew what to do, and it was hard for him to gain any authority over Ciel and Kyle. Both were 18, and literally had no respect for the brother who would lay his own life on the line to improve the relationships in the home. But, it seemed that meant little to them. As for Kailey, well, she had anger issues, which most Valentines had. And with her Justin. And then the final two, Jamie, whom Zander felt close to more than others, and then the youngest Tyler. All together in the one home was pretty hard. He had all the patience in the world, but he didn't know how to be a parents. He thought he'd pick it up, but he had teenagers under his roof, and without proper parents, it was hard for anything to work properly.

Standing outside a muggle cafe in the rain, Zander was on the phone to Robin, who'd just applied for a whole set of jobs. And recieved nothing but rejections. Although it was still the holidays, Zander had been out most of the morning, getting supplies for when the younger ones started back at school. He generally took the youngest two shopping with him, but since Mara had been home, she'd said she would look after them, with the promise of him being back before a certain hour. But, he'd spent the past few minutes talking down the phone to Robin, who didn't seem to quite understand what Zander had meant by get a job. He'd applied to places that took muggles with degrees. He was a wizard, unable to find a job in their world. Zander had his job, but it did seem with every passing day more likely that he would have to look into a night shift job. "Robin, I don't care if it's interesting, I need you to apply to jobs in your field. Robin, we can't be without a third small income. Mara's university stuff is a hefty lot to pay, and not to mention, there are bills to pay too. And Ciel and Kyle leave at the end of the year......." There was a pause in Zander's speaking as it was clear that the person on the other end. Zander just nodded along, while stopping himself from hitting his head off a wall. "They might not go straight into work. Robin, they need to have options. You had options." Zander stopped speaking once more. "Look, tell Mara I'll be home soon, just have to go pick up some groceries. Okay, Bye" With that Zander hung up his phone and placed it back into his pocket. He didn't like all this bother. Zander had half considered trying to find out why he'd been fired and if there was any way of getting him back his job. Zander knew that Jamie was loving have Robin home, but it was as Zander said, there needed to be options for the two about to leave school. Unlike Zander who did not have the same options, but he wasn't complaining. As long as his family did, he could put up with it.

The dark green eyes drifted and noticed the cafe he was standing in front of. Needed to sit down, Zander walked in and went straight to the counter. There were dark circles under his eyes and he looked very tired. After giving his order, he looked round and noticed, that there were few free tables, he spotted a table with a girl sitting at it. He figured it would be the place to sit. So, he walked over to her and placed his espresso down on the table. "Excuse me, can I sit down?" It was as the Valentine spoke, that he realised the girl was actually pretty stunning. She had the nicest blonde hair. he smiled, maybe a friend. His smile was not faked, but the tiredness was clear in his eyes. There was no mistaking that all the boy actually wanted to do was sleep. But, as his family knew he could not.​
 
Peyton was stumped. She believed in lots of things, like magic for example, though she'd never actually seen magic outside of the horrible birthday parties that her parents had thrown for her when she was a child, but how did you make other people believe in things that you believed in especially if most things you believed in you couldn't see. That kind of belief came on faith. It seemed as though her efforts towards wanting to make photographs that inspired people were slowly fading. If she couldn't even impress her instructor, who got paid to critique her work, then how on earth did she expect to try and capture something that would impress others. The blonde was feeling more than overwhelmed and frustrated as her eyes continued to scan the layout wondering just what was out there for her to capture with her lens.

So caught up in her own thoughts Peyton hadn't even recognized that anyone had approached her until he spoke. She shook her head slightly trying to clear her mind as she mumbled, "Oh, um, yeah sure. That's fine." It had probably come across as rather rude as she hadn't exactly made eye contact with the guy, but she definitely hadn't intended it to be. "Let me ask you something," she started, not really giving him a chance to respond, "Do you believe in magic? I mean I believe in magic, but I've never seen anything magical. I don't know if you'd really call it magic...maybe magical moments. I'm not really sure what I'm getting at, but I'm sure you get what I mean, right? What do you believe in? I'm searching for something to believe in so that I can capture it and..." she trailed off realizing what she was doing and her face flushed bright red. "And I've just made a complete and utter ass of myself in front of someone I don't even know." Peyton sipped on her beverage and then tapped her fingers lightly on the table before extending her hand to the young man who was sitting with her. "Sorry about that. I'm Peyton, frustrated artist. And you are?"
 
It wasn't like Zander had never spoken to girls, or asked them out. He was just severely out of practice. It was through no fault of his own. Well, he had never thought he'd have time for anyone who didn't have the second name Valentine. But in a few years time, there would be most out of school, and following what they wanted, and then just the youngests in school. He wasn't sure what he would do once they were either in school or graduated. Sure, he'd have to keep working. But, would he have to work as hard, or could he relax. Zander knew it was selfish thoughts he was having, but he really couldn't help but have them. He was 23 and with a heap of responsibilities he had never asked for. It wasn't like he'd give up on the family he had, but it wasn't like he couldn't have thoughts of that sort. He knew he couldn't spend much time in the coffee shop. He had his eye on the watch, and he knew he had to be home very soon. But, it didn't mean that he couldn't for at least a half hour, sit down with a pretty muggle girl, and let his mind fade from what he had to do. From everything that was in the bags. From everything he would need to do. Although feeling like the girl didn't entirely want him to sit down, Zander sat down any way. Knowing that it wasn't the first time some one hadn't wanted him to do something, and that generally nothing would become of it, unless the girl was waiting for someone. But, as she spoke, it was as if she didn't mind at all, and it made Zander feel a lot more at ease. He felt himself smile at the question. Magic. Now that was a weird thing for a muggle to be asking. He was trying to figure out if it magic as in the magic he could do. Or muggle magicians could do. Or if it was in the sense of magical being something amazing. Which the magic he did was. It wasn't often that Zander actually thought of magic. In both sense, he still did magic, but it was a long time since he'd seen something truly magical. He'd never really had much time to really think about it, but as he did, while she spoke, that Jamie and Tyler were magical, the fact he'd seen them both go from little babies to a nine year old girl, who was smarter than all others her ages, and a seven year old boy, who brought a smile to his face. It was all in all, a pretty amazing experience, but, he was not going to pour his heart out to a girl he didn't know, about the joys of being a parent. She'd probably think it was his, rather than just a sibling.

The girl began to trail of and a smile formed on the eldest Valentines face. It was nice to sit with someone he didn't know. "It's okay, I don't think you've made a complete arse of yourself" Zander said smiling at the girl. He was enjoying the company already and he'd barely been with sat with her. He took her hand and shook it. Peyton. It was a nice name, and it made sense her question about magic since she was a frustrated artist. Zander could never claim to as much. He was just tired. All the time. Never getting enough sleep wasn't helping either. "I'm Alezander, but, most just call me Zander. No one actually calls me Alezander. Too much of a mouthful" Zander said, nodding as he spoke. "As for Magic, it depends on what you mean by magic. If you mean the type magicians do, then no" He lied easily "But if you mean it in the sense of something magical, something amazing. Then that's something entirely different. I believe in my youngest siblings. That they will grow up to be the best people they can. it's slightly corny, but, children are something to believe. Do you have any siblings, Peyton?" Zander asked actually curious about her, that and he really wanted to keep the conversation away from him. It wasn't that he didn't like talking, but the more questions directed at him the less he would have to say. There wasn't much else that Zander did apart from home and work. He had few, if any hobbies, and all his aspiritations and hopes had been washed away and were circling the drain.​
 
Peyton was completely embarrassed at how she had just behaved, though one would think that after so many years of pulling the same humiliating stunt she just had then she'd grow used to it or simply stop doing it, but it would seem that the blonde was doomed in that department. Once she had her mind set on something then neither hell nor high water would stop her and it usually had a tendency to creep up and pounce on anyone within earshot. The young woman had the curse of endless chatter. Inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly her cheeks returned to their normal light pink coloring when the man she'd just met assured her she hadn't made a complete arse of herself. Cracking her goofy half grin she looked up at him through grayish green eyes. She noticed he looked tired though she wouldn't voice this observation out loud because well, that would've been rude.

Shaking his hand Peyton replied, "Pleasure to meet you Zander. I would lie and tell you that I normally don't go off on a tangent like that, but I was always taught that lying was wrong so...yeah." She listened as he explained his views on magic. Little did she know now or ever would she know that magic to this guy took on a whole new meaning that it did to her. She shook her head and said, "Magicians are quacks who get paid to entertain children at birthday parties. I mean the other kind of magic. The something amazing kind. I just want to capture something truly amazing." The blonde bit her bottom lip and twirled a piece of her curly hair around her finger as she watched his mouth move while he told her about believing in his siblings. It was nice to hear someone his age talk about their younger brothers and sisters. He seemed to care quite a bit about them which caused her rosy lips to curl into a small smile and her eyes to soften from the serious look they had taken on moments earlier. When Zander asked her if she had any siblings she nodded and replied, "Three older brothers. Talk about torture. I was the only girl and the youngest on top of that. I suppose I should consider myself lucky though because no one dared mess with me when I was a kid. They were always too afraid of having to mess with one of my brothers."

Peyton wasn't really sure why she did it, but she dug in her bag and pulled out a picture of her overprotective loving brothers and showed it to Zander. "I still talk to them everyday. The one there with the black shirt is Charlie. He's working as an architect in Rome now. The one in the middle is Patrick. He's in the military and stationed in Germany now. And that last one is Avery. He's a writer for a small time magazine in London," she explained, sure she was probably boring the poor boy to death with her explanation of her brothers. The blonde placed her photo back in her bag and looked back at Zander. "How many siblings do you have?" She was wondering if he had any pictures to show her though she doubted it. Not many people carried around pictures of their siblings the way she did. It was probably an odd thing for her to do, but she missed them all greatly and when she had it with her it was almost like she had them with her again.
 
For one thing it was odd for the wizard to be talking so naturally to the muggle. Before, when he'd attended Hogwarts seeing and speaking to muggles had become slightly weird. They were always so oblvious to the magic that surrounded everything that they were. The wizarding world had gotten good at hiding themselves from magic and whatever came with magic. It was good and odd in a strange way, and after learning that magic was useful when it came to bringing up children, he had also become rather sorry for the muggles. They had no idea of useful it was to be able to do magic. Less so much for big things. But for the little things like tidying up and cleaning. They were made so much simpler by the magic that he could preform. It was a little annoying since they lived in a heavily muggle populated area, but with the curtains drawn no one knew anything, and muggles were just as unobservant as they'd always been. But speaking to one really reminded of this fact. It was a pretty odd to be reminded of such little facts, but it wasn't something that he didn't like to do. Since he half lived as one, as much as Zander wanted his siblings to be able to fly around the house on kids brooms, and then to have games out in the open. But, since they were in such an area, they always had to be careful of what they did. Back when they had lived in New Zealand, it had been a fairly large house on the very outskirts of a city, with the forest nearby. It had been good. He didn't mind when people rambled, rambling was a normality for the eldest Valentine. He had to hold back laughter when she called magicians quacks. Muggle magicians but, considering he was technically a magician he guessed he was pretty quack. However this made his mind feel better about everything their and now feel better. He was glancing at his watch every few minutes. He knew that the time was passing at it's normal rate but he could hardly fall behind. He couldn't be late. Mara had her job to get to. And he couldn't really stay that long. They were fine with Robin, but considering he was bringing supplies it was crucial he got back to the house with a bit of time to spare. He didn't have anything else to do, but Zander really hated passing on the task of looking after the children to him. He was just better at being the fun big brother where as Zander was the parent.

Leaning forward, the green eyes klooked at the picture the girl pulled out with her brothers. It would be odd for a girl to have three brothers, but Jamie had six brothers. So, really it would pale in comparison. He had never really considered if it was difficult for her to have six brothers. He knew that whatever happened she would always know that all her brothers would be their for her. Tyler was a little young, but himself, Robin, Justin, Ciel and kyle would all come to her aid. Zander would personally beat the crap out of person who looked to hurt his baby sister. It was the same for the other girls. He knew that the second eldest twins would be unlikely to help Kailey, but she had the rest of them, despite how she thought they felt. Zander had always tried to show his sister how much he loved and cared for her. How he would literally do anything for her. He smiled at each of the brothers in the picture. It was nice to hear of such normal siblings. A normal sized family. Then the question was returned to him. She had a minature family compared to Zander. He wondered if he had a picture to show her, but all of them moved. However he was pretty sure he had one, He took his wallet out of his pocket and searched for the picture careful to hide the moving pictures, eventually he found the folded picture. He unfolded it and flatten it on the table. "This picture is about 7 years old, but, it's difficult to get so many of us into the one picture." Zander turned the picture. "There are nine of us in Total. I have 4 brothers and three sisters. I'm also the eldest. That's me." He pointed to a sixteen year old boy in the picture. He was smiling, holding a child of about 2. His hair was a little longer, and curly. But, it still looked like Zander. "In my arms, is Jamie, she's 9 now, so still at school. Next to me, is the first set of twins. Mara and Robin. Mara is currently at King's College London, studying Business, and Robin is between work. Then there is the second set of twins, Kyle and Ciel. they are 18 and so are in the final year of Sixth form. What they will do next year is beyond me." He was smiling fondly at them, then only about 10 or 11. And quite the little nice boys back then. "Then we have Kailey and Justin. They are 15 or 16 now, I forgot. But also still in school. And then finally we have the youngest, Tyler. Who is turning 8 soon." He had to admit that he had a lot of siblings and going through each, really reinforced it. but there was a pride when Zander spoke of his family. He was proud of all of them. They'd all achieve great things. "As an older brother, I would want people to be afraid of messing around with any of my sisters." He smiled at her. "So, what do you do? Are you in University?" Zander asked.​
 
Peyton's eyes widened as Zander said that there were a total of nine children in his family. She hadn't meant for the surprise to show so obviously in her face, but there weren't many families that she knew of that were that huge. "Gracious. That is quite a large family you have there," she said in awe as he pulled a picture out and showed it to her. The blonde smiled serenely as she listened to the tone that overtook his voice when he spoke about each and every one of his siblings. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of his face. Tired to say the least, but when he talked about his family he practically glowed with pride. Just like magic she thought suddenly feeling inspired. Looking back to the picture and then to Zander she said, "I'll bet your parents are very proud of you all."

"Well, I tried the university thing and turns out that whole studying thing really isn't my thing," she said sheepishly as she took another sip of her beverage. "My parents were a bit disappointed at first mostly because I had some big shoes to fill. My brothers are all doing something great with their lives and here I am paying for photography classes through a private art institute with the money I make waiting tables at an all night diner," she continued. A slight frown pushed it's way across Peyton's mouth as she looked out into the rainy abyss outside the cafe. She unintentionally muttered out loud, "Paying for someone to tell me that my stuffs good, but it doesn't mean anything to anyone." The blonde shook her head slightly, her curls waving loosely around her shoulders. "So, Zander...what do you do? Work? School? Both?"
 
A large family like the Valentines had always had problems. Some were a lot more clear than others, and then there were some problems that lay low. All of the eldest's problems were at the bottom of the pile. The foundations on which all the other problems piled. Zander would never openly complain about his family. As much as they drove him insane, he didn't know what he would do without them. They were amazing to him. Each person turned out different, with some part of their parents in them, or about them. As the eldest and the one to remember the parents the most, Zander was most aware of the little mannerisms their parents had had and that were now in them. As much as Kyle and Ciel were at Kailey all the time, it was the strong gene that he'd always seen in his father. Although he used his for good their was no denying that their had been a time when he knew his father would've been quite like Ciel and Kyle. IN his youth. But, it was guess work, because none of them could really know about the way their parents had once been. It was just how it was now. Zander sometimes felt like it was unfair for his siblings to not have known his parents as much as he had. But, it was simple to see why at times, it was necessary for him to leave small details out about his parents. Ones that would make them jealous of the relationship Zander had had with them. but, it was the curse of being the eldest of a huge now parent-less family. He nodded when she said their parents would be proud. "I think they are." Zander nodded. He knew that his parents would be less keen on Zander and how he had a lack of control of his family, but, in the same way, he knew they'd be proud of all of them for being themselves and for being everything that they could be. Trying their hardest, and working hard in anything that they did. And everything that they tried. He was proud of all of them. They were all amazing and they'd all done so well. He was happy for each of them. He knew that they'd all achieve all they wanted to. and this had always been what their parents had wanted. He nodded again as she said that the university thing wasn't for her. He had never really had the opportunity to go, but he wasn't sure if it had been the thing for him. He'd been more creative than academic.

Photography he wondered what that was like. He wondered if she was any good. By the sound of photography classes, he had to figure that they were pretty good. He couldn't imagine doing something like that. "Could I maybe see it?" He asked tentatively wondering if she would want to show him, or if it would be too personal for someone she didn't really know, but it wasn't like he was good at photography, so they could mean something to him. "Me, I work. University wasn't the place for me. I left school at 17. Now, I work in a company, I work in the finance bit. You would think you need a degree, but as long as you can do maths your fine." Zander nodded. Obviously that wasn't what he actually did, it was just the cover. He actually worked with experimental charms in the ministry of Magic but this girl was a muggle, he could just say that. "It's a bit rubbish and not exactly what I wanted to do, and it keeps me very busy, but it pays well" Zander meant that about his actual work. He liked his work, but it wasn't what he had wanted to do. It was what he had settled with.​
 
Peyton was a bit taken aback by his question. It should have been odd that a complete stranger was asking to see her photos when really the only other people who had taken an interest in them, other than her instructor, had been her brothers. In all honesty her parents hadn't ever really cared for her choice to quit school and pursue her dream of being a photographer so she never really tried to get them interested in what she did, but her brothers were always antsy to see what moment in time she had snapped and preserved with her lens. Peyton was always sending them pictures of what she had recently worked on, but now here she had someone that she'd only just met several minutes prior wanting to see her work. "Um, I actually don't have my portfolio with me at the moment," she said biting her lip, but quickly added, "Maybe another time?" As soon as it had left her mouth she'd regretted it. Apparently the blonde had automatically assumed that they would even see each other ever again.

Trying to shake off the embarrassment of her prior question she listened to Zander's explanation of what it was he did. She screwed her face up when he mentioned math. "I'm horrible with numbers so my hat's off to you. Numbers jumble my brain and I find them absolutely dreadful," she said with a chuckle. Peyton almost felt horrible for him as he talked about how busy he always was. He couldn't have been much older than her, but he just seemed so tired and almost beat down in a sense. "So what do you do for fun?" He had talked about how involved with his family he was and his job, but surely at his age there were things that he did just for himself, just to let loose and forget about responsiblity.
 
It was not of much surprise to the eldest Valentine that she didn't want to show him the work. If she had it or not was not an issue that Zander would go into. He understood what it was like to be private. To not want people to see the work they had made. It was like him and his music. ONe of the main reasons that no one in his family knew about the fact that Zander had the greatest desire to be a musician was because he hardly wanted to show his talent to them. SInging was fine. He could do that with his eyes closed, but it was more when he was asked to show his songs. Even when he'd been at school forming his band that he had found it difficult to show his work to others. His bandmates had been understanding, but now that wass over. He was alone now. And he had no idea what had become of his band mates, they had probably tried and then just realised it was not the thing for them. Either that or they were on their way to making it big and he just hadn't heard them. Either way it did not affect him a lot. Since he would never in a thousand years be able to join them on any form of adventure. He was a parent. He did not have the time to balance the two. If it was just Jamie or Tyler he had to look after there would not be so much of an issue. Or if he just had one or two but Zander had a lot more than just two to look after. A family of 9 children, meant he had 8 to look after and while almost half were old enough to take care of themselves he still had to be the central figure. The only figure of authority that they would actually have. It was an odd thing, but it was also something that he had to do. If he didn't, the children would've been split up and sent to different homes, and his parents would not have been pleased if Zander had let such a thing happen. This then did mean that he was twenty three and a parent for his siblings. He doubted that this had happened to the girl in front of him. Not only was she the youngest, but by the sounds of it, the parents were still alive. Which then meant it was unlikely that any siblings taking full care of others would be very, very unlikely. Zander smiled at her. He wanted to meet her again. A glance at his watch reminded him he had little time to continue socialising with her. There was little doubt in his mind that he would have to either pick this conversation up later, or never. She was pretty. He loved Blondes. The curls were cute. And she had a nice smile. All in all, Zander was interested. He just wasn't sure if time would allow him to be interested. She spoke again about number. His job. Obviously Zander didn't actually do that. He had no interest in numbers and found it pretty hard to be able to talk all that much about it. But he had done a little research to be able to talk about it if the time called for it. And since he didn't often talk to muggles he actually didn't need it all that often. He just needed it now.

Shrugging was the best answer the eldest Valentine could give. It was simple and it give the best answer to something he didn't really know how to explain. Although the nature of what she said did not really require him to go into much more detail than he had already. Which was something he was okay with. Zander then smiled at her next question. Fun. That wasn't something the eldest really had time for. He played around with the younger two siblings, but he had a serious lack of friends which meant he didn't really have any hobbies. He didn't really do anything for himself or for fun. It was just how it had always been. Since taking over looking after his parents, he had given everything else up and then split his time between his education and the young children. He'd studied for his OWLs and NEWTs from home. With two children, he'd been up most of the night studying and up most of the day looking after the younger ones. Which had at time been, Kyle and Ciel, for a year before they'd started school, Kailey and Justin, for 3 and then Jamie and Tyler which had been for the rest of the time. They were still not in School. And Zander had a job now which he split his time between. He'd gotten better at looking after children as he'd grown older, but the first year had pretty much made him want to just leave. Let someone else do it. However, he was glad he'd not listened to his mind. "Listen, I have to go but, I was wondering, if you would want to go out sometime. A dinner, at a restaurant? A date." Zander had avoided answering the question and decided to for once do something for him. And a date with a pretty girl was a good place to start.​
 
Peyton looked down at her watch. They'd been sitting and talking for close to thirty minutes. She hated that he had to leave, but in all reality she had to get home and get changed before going to work. She was a bit speechless when he asked her on a date. It had been over a year since she'd been on a date so now all of a sudden she had a nervous feeling. It was amazing that even at twenty three years old the prospect of going out with a cute and seemingly sweet guy could set the butterflies to really doing a number on her stomach. It took her a moment to find her words for fear she'd make a complete nerd out of herself. "Dinner. I'd really like that," Peyton replied with a smile. She grabbed a scrap piece of paper and a pen from her bag and quickly scribbled down her number on it. "Call me and let me know when is good for you," she started as she stood and then added, "And you can call if you ever just want to talk." Draping her bag over her shoulder she started to head out. The blonde gave him one last look and said, "Talk to you soon. And I promise I'll have my photos with me next time I see you!" With that she headed out of the cafe feeling as if she might actually be on her way to finding something to believe in.
 

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