She wouldn't say that she enjoyed driving - there was the issue of carbon emissions to think about and Chang hadn't exactly rented her an environmentally friendly car, something she'll have to ask Chang about, since she planned her stay to be a long one… - yet, there was a certain pleasure to driving a convertible with the top down, and having the wind caress the strands of her hair…
It helped too that she purchased the place atop Beacon Hill - "Live a little Maura darling, learn to appreciate life a little…" words Constance had attached on a note to her graduation gift, tickets to an opera.
I'm doing that now Mother, I'm doing that now, she thought to herself; attempting to allow too the roar of the engine to blanket her own silent thought at whom exactly, she had meant that term of endearment to.
She had taken the courses - on the neurology and psychology of humans, but they were altogether much too complex; and she had much rather fancied the scalpel to a stethoscope.
Live a little Maura darling, learn to appreciate life a little. The words implored about her rather now relaxed mind - a place of her own, a drive around town to familiarize herself; and plans, yes plans in place to pay a certain bill.
She'll pack up her things, bring along her chair, and hope Chang would settle for commuting. Chang has been, and is a great assistance and a kind friend; but grieving, is a very much important human emotion that she recognizes as something that has to happen to cause her health as minimal harm - but she has appearances to keep.
She has her own place now, and she needn't stow away a part of her grief. Constance and Hope can both be at Beacon Hill with her - even if her father, for now she hopes, chooses to be away.
She wouldn't say exactly that she enjoyed being in Boston, since there were certain albeit unforced but still, enforced rules to her presence in this town, and...her father would eventually be back. Till then, she has every intention to take a little chance, take a little - frizz apparently. The frizz of those raven coloured curls of that wild mane of freedom, and those snug jeans.
She hid not her smile as she took in the admirable stance of the woman in front of her - the woman on the steps now of the Doyle's Victorian abode; she almost laughed out loud at how appalled - outwardly at least - the people of Victorian times would be if they had even an inkling of what just went through her mind.
Oh yes, she intended to make her stay in Boston a long one, she thought to herself as she stepped out of the car, and if the woman was willing, it really wouldn't hurt to appreciate life a little, she concluded to herself.
She walked towards the now rather perplexed looking woman, and offered her hand.
"I never got your name," she smiled as they shook hands, "I'm Maura," she kissed the back of the hand that she now held in hers - and the woman, well, the woman blushed.
And she had never seen a brighter smile.
A/N: Hi there, thank you for the time =)
And...yes...this might all verge on...being a little out of character but, I'm...wriggling around the season one Maura...Furthermore, of all the possible variations for a character (not that I have tried that many I suppose...), one of the possible variations will have to be rather more, let's just say...assertive? Grown-up? Not that ratings will change or anything - but I'm bored, and, it's not exactly like I've set them up for straight to domesticity so, let's try this - or ya know, hop off board ;) [really really, really, an option though~ I fear I might disappoint...]