Crystal's POV
I walk the downstairs and found a strange guy sitting in the living room. I wasn't sure who he was and found myself in a staring match with him.
"Hi, I'm Paul Lahote and you're Crystal right? What is your favorite color?" he asked.
I look up and realize after a moment or two that he is trying to be kind. Shaking my head, I don't say anything to him and instead walked by him to pick up my bag trying to delay having to respond. When I walked back towards him, I finally answered, "Hot pink and black."
"Oh cool!" he says smiling at me and standing up to take a couple of steps towards me.
I glance at my paws, feeling slightly awkward unused to talk to strangers and a little standoffish when I am around some. "Umm look, I am shy and don't really mix well with new people. Sorry," I thought my conversation and projected it in his head. I shuffled my paws for a second before continuing, "What's your favorite color?"
"I understand and don't worry. I kind of figured that out myself. I am not going to hurt you, not ever. And the answer to your question is emerald green," he spoke gently before walking back to the living room and sitting down on the couch.
I hesitated before making my way to the couch and thought my question, "Do you mind if I lay down next to you?"
"No, go ahead. I know you must be tired," he smiled.
I quickly took advantage of his permission, laying down quickly and sighing in exhaustion.
I could hear the other members of the pack and a few other people whispering around me, "Paul likes her. Do you think he will imprint on her?"
I whimper unwillingly at that word.
Paul looked at me with concern in his eyes. He could tell something upset me and I was pretty sure he knew what it was. "Imprint?" He asked quietly to verify that is what made me upset.
I flinch, but nod in answer. It was that dreaded word that made me so uncomfortable. Lying down again, he and I sat together in silence.
After a few minutes, Paul inquired, "So, I was just wondering... Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No, a fiancée but he died," I thought as tears slid down my cheeks and quiet sniffles were making their way out of my mouth.
