"So Bellabooty, how was your first week in Vale?" Yang's voice is overly cheerful, as usual.
But on this occasion it's welcome. Mostly because being alone in Vale hasn't been as grand and freeing as you'd thought it would be.
"You know. As someone that has never even touched my butt, I don't think you have any right to speak of it in such a manner."
"Ha. Still prudish as ever." This makes you roll your eyes. You aren't prudish at all. Yang is just.. excessive.
You place her on speaker phone so that you can move around and continue to unpack miscellaneous items throughout the apartment. You hate packing. But you hate unpacking even more.
"It's been find here, I guess. Just been getting settled into everything. I can't find my pen holder for my desk. I have no idea where it is. So there's that."
"Well that just sounds terrible. Where have you been keeping your pens?" Sarcasm all but dripping from Yang's tone.
Normally it wouldn't bother you, but unpacking and not being able to find some of your things has been making you anxious.
"Once I find it, I can tell you where you can shove it."
"Woah Belladonna. Do you need some of that therapy those doctor friends of yours do, or what?"
"No, sorry. I'm just stressed and tired from moving. And work has been excessively more busy this week than I thought it was going to be for a first week. So it's just a lot of adjusting." Huffing out a sigh, you take a seat on your couch.
"Maybe you should go out and do something? Maybe meet some new people. Or do something to relax. You like to read books and that type of boring shit. Do some of that."
"You know damn well I won't be going out with the intent to meet new people."
"Kinda hard to do that if you never wanna leave your house."
"I left the house the other day, for non working purposes actually."
"Oh yeah? What was the occasion? Was there a sale down at the nerd store or something?"
"You know that I buy most of my things online, not at the physical nerd store. But anyways, I actually found a decent coffee shop and I went to a bookstore and bought some new things to read."
"Baby steps, I suppose." There is a brief silence, in which you imagine Yang is doing something with her hair. "Outside of the mind readers you work with, have you made any new friends or anything?"
"I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, they are psychologists, not mind readers."
"Same thing."
"Whatever. And I actually did learn one person's name that doesn't work with me."
"The name of the barista at the coffee shop doesn't count. They prolly had on a name tag anyways."
"I can hear you rolling your eyes. And no, it wasn't the barista, who's name was Jeffery by the way. I met someone at the bookstore. Her name is Weiss and we had a real live conversation."
"So is she hot?"
"Is that all you ever think about? The only question you could possibly think to ask?"
"You know that asking me twice as many questions as I asked you isn't going to make me forget that you didn't answer my question."
"Fine. She was.. well above average on the Blake Belladonna scale of attractiveness. But that doesn't matter because I made myself look like an absolute moron."
"Okay so like, is this a hit it and quit it situation. Or a stay for breakfast the next day, or maybe even like a dating situation?"
"What in actual fuck is wrong with you? And it was none of those 'situations.' She helped me decide on a book. She assisted me in the purchasing of said book and then I exited the bookstore with my books and went home."
"Did you at least get her number or something?"
Finally, just giving up on fighting Yang and her perversely driven mind, you give in.
"You are completely ridiculous. I got her name, and that was all."
"Bummer."
"Tell me about it."
"Well you will just have to try harder the next time you go back."
"What?"
"I'm sure that you've already read whatever books you bought by now. So go back and get some more books. And that phone number. Duh."
"Oh. I guess I could maybe try the next time I go back to the store."
"There ya go! You can do it."
"Thanks mom." You say sarcastically. Your dear sweet mother would hardly approve of Yang's methods for anything related to dating.
"I gotta go though. Ruby and I are meeting our uncle for dinner. I'll text you later."
"Cool. Tell Ruby I say hello."
"Will do. Toodles."
After ending your call with Yang, you make your way down the hall to your bedroom. Gracelessly flopping down onto your bed with a huge sigh.
Talking to Yang on the phone was almost as energy draining as talking with Yang in person. But you weren't gonna lie, your mind had drifted off to that girl in the bookstore more than a few times this week.
She was basically like a perfect little bookstore fairy goddess, dressed in a sweater and pristine skirt.
She had a nice laugh too. Even though she had basically been laughing at you. Still nice.
But you can't just waltz into her job and ask for her number. That was not how it worked. There were a lot of factors to assess and possibilities to think through.
For now, you were content with just figuring out what to eat for dinner. Rolling off the bed, you make your way back down the hall and into the kitchen. After looking through the refrigerator and the nearly barren cabinets, you made your decision.
Pizza it is.