Hey guys, about the universe setting... I think I'm just going to put it in the Fell universe. I have a lot of chapters written up already. Thank you to ReaperofOaths for actually responding to my last A/N :)

The second I get back to the hotel, I go into the office and huff angrily. Jenna looks at me in confusion.

I write on her pad of paper. 'He didn't show up.'

She blinks in surprise and frowns. "I'm sorry, hun." she says.

I write 'If he calls, make sure to express my disappointment.' She seemed to have a good idea about how I felt.

"I know, hun. Been there, done that." she says, hands on her hips. "And it was a job interview too. He at least could've called." She shakes her head and sits down in her chair. "I'll let you know if he calls, hun."

I nod and go back to my room. I make myself a sandwich and sit on the couch. Then I practice the things I learned today in the bathroom mirror for a few hours. I have literally nothing else to do. I guess I have to keep applying to different stores even if they aren't hiring. This is going to be a pain.

After a couple hours of boredom later, I inform Jenna of my intentions and I head to the library to research sign language. It's like any language, but visual instead of verbal. Like flag and smoke signals but more personal. There's still a lot of things I don't know about sign language but I printed out a few pages of diagrams. Something for me to practice later.

Sign Language is nothing like spoken or written English. The sentence order is totally different and in this one article '100 Facts About American Sign Language', I found that they don't quite articulate sarcasm. That's probably going to be a problem later, but I suppose I should abide by the deaf community's rules. They're really straight forward, to the point where a hearing person might take real offense. And they really like being a part of the conversation.

After finishing my research, I left the library with a basic understanding of deaf culture. Still, I should always assume I know nothing until I'm told other wise. On the way home, I go to the thrift store again, catching Kevin closing up. I wave at him. I spell out for him. 'Hey, are you busy right now?'

He looks at me, considering how to answer. "Not really, but I'm kind of tired." he says as he signs.

I repeat the sign for tired a couple times before I spell out: 'Teach me more Sign Language, please?' He kind of bites his lip, looking unsure. 'I'll treat you to dinner.' I say.

He sighs, looking defeated. "Let me call my mom and tell her I won't be home for dinner." he says, still signing.

I smile. Success. I want to learn as much as possible today so I can start really taking in Sign. He sits on the phone for a few minutes, explaining to his mother that a war veteran who can't speak wants to learn Sign from him.

"Yes, mom a real war veteran." he says. "Yes the one that just came into town. Yes, she's taken up in the Motel 6." A short pause. "She's like mid 20s mom, jeez!." he starts to blush. "We just met today! We're barely friends yet!" He gets redder, fingers on the bridge of his nose. "Yes, she's pretty, but that's not the point!" He growls. "She's treating me to dinner, mom, for teaching her Sign." He takes a deep breath. "Look, I'm gonna go. Later, mom." and he hangs up.

He turns to look at me. "So, can I pick the place?" he asks.

I nod, smiling.

We end up going to a burger place that teenagers like to spend their evenings. It was rather noisy, but it's not like we were there to speak with their voices. I buy us food and all the while, Kevin is teaching me more words and some nuances about Sign. Like how English has developed several words that mean the same thing when in Sign, there is really just one sign. It's all context. He also told me that if I start a sentence in a single tense, the entire sentence is in that tense until you change it.

"For sentences, you always have to have the thing you're talking about be the first part of the sentence. Like if you want to talk about how shiny an apple is, you say [that] APPLE VERY SHINY" he says, signing as he goes. "Or if you want to describe a sibling you say MY PARENT TALL, HAIR BROWN, EYES GREEN."

I listen intently, copying his signs. He shows me all the signs for the stuff around us. Silverware, tables, shoes, you name it. He's also helping me with colors too. We sat there for at least an hour after we were done eating just so I could practice.

"Practice in front of a mirror." he says when I finally decide to let him go home. "And I know that was a lot to learn in one sitting, so I suggest taking classes at the local college. The foreign language department is basically three Sign teachers. One of them knows Spanish, another knows French, and that's about it. They could teach you the rest better than me." he chuckles. He is signing slowly as he talks.

'But you are doing so well.' I spell out.

"Yeah, but there's a lot more about Sign that I couldn't begin to teach you." he says.

I frown. 'Thank you for teaching me.' I sign to him. In correct Sign Language.

"You're welcome, Frisk." he says, a smile on his face. He looks kind of proud.

I nod and we go our separate ways. Walking back to the hotel, I notice how dark it's gotten. Like, it's really dark. I walk calmly, focusing on the street and sidewalk in front of me. I feel watched, but I shrug it off. I'm a block away from the hotel when I hear someone behind me. Looks like they stepped on a shard of glass. I turn around and see a man in a dirty white t-shirt under a black leather vest. He had riding gloves, tattered jeans, and scuffed black boots. I see tattoos on all of his exposed skin. Maybe he's ex-military?

I look at him expectantly and he pulls out a gun from inside his jacket. "Hand over your wallet lady." he demands, hands shaking slightly. There is at least three feet between us and he's inching closer. I don't move. This guy's not going to shoot me. I let him get a little closer before I act. I grab his wrist with my left hand and his gun with my right, pulling his gun from his hand. His grip was tight but it wasn't all that difficult. I turn the gun on him and force him to the ground. He's on his stomach with his hands pinned behind him in no time. I hold the gun to his head to keep him from getting any ideas while I rifle through his pockets. Good, a cell phone. I call 911 and put it up to his face.

"911, what is your emergency?" the operator asks.

"You gotta come help me, this bitch is crazy!" he sputters.

"Where are you sir?" they ask.

"A block south of the Motel 6!" he cries out.

"Alright, sir. We'll send someone out. ETA is five minutes." they say.

"Hurry! She won't get off of me!" he cries.

I smirk and shake my head. Says the guy who tried to mug me.

"Calm down, sir. A car is on their way." they say.

Sure enough, a squad car pulls up to us. I flip the gun around, handing it to the officer butt first. He takes it, an eyebrow raised. They had us sit on the curb a good five feet away from each other. When they asked my name, I handed them my military ID. When his partner looks at it, she raises her eyebrows. When the male officer asked me what happened, I asked for something to write with silently. 'My Sign bad' I say. The officer hands me a notepad and a pen. I write exactly how it happened and hand it back. It's very different than how the biker guy told it.

Looking at him now, I can see a big biker gang patch on the back of his vest. "Hellions of Ebott" it says. I roll my eyes. When they let us go, the male officer escorts me to my hotel room and the female drives the gunman home. I wave goodnight and go into my room. Man, I'm tired.

I'm thinking that maybe I outta put a time skip after this one. You know, she's got herself an apartment, a steady job, and incredibly fluent in ASL. What do you guys think?

PS I'm going to do my best to make you wait for the chapters so you don't eat it up too quickly. Sorry, but I'm not sorry lol