A small town girl. A city boy. One looking for herself, the other looking for a way out. One looking to be, the other looking to be better. A story about the strangers that you meet and what they can mean to you, if only you'll let them in. Drabble-esque; AH; M for all the reasons (right and wrong).
Isabella's backpack felt heavy between her feet, as if the weight of all the money she was carrying was a siren, calling for every unsavoury person in the metropolitan area of Seattle to come and rob her.
"Miss Swan?"
"Mmm?" Isabella turned her head, refocusing on the man beside her. She took a moment to study him. He was attractive, the kind of boy that would never look twice at her. Broad in all the right places, slight scruff on his angled jaw, brown hair tousled where it peeked out from underneath his cap. If circumstances were different – and by circumstances she meant her – she'd be tempted to make some sort of play for his attention.
"Just wanted to know where you wanted me to drop you off, Miss Swan," Oliver repeated, smiling at her as he glanced away from the windshield.
Isabella thought it over for a second before replying. "The train station. King Street?"
A look of confused displeasure crossed the young man's face. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely." She grinned, letting the excitement of the unknown seep through her bones. "And please, call me Bella."
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