Title; I breathe out (You breathe in)
Pairing; Bo/Lauren.
Part 2; Some are a melody and some are the beat.
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"So, what do you do?"
"What?"
"Other than tell people not to take their coffee, what else do you do?"
The woman adjusts her glasses, "that's rather personal for someone who's known me for all of two five minute conversations, don't you think?"
Bo snorts. "You judged my coffee drinking habits the day we met. I think personal has long left the building and isn't coming back."
She looks directly at Bo. She looks like she wants to smile but won't let herself. "Guess."
"What?" Bo chuckles out.
"Guess what it is I do."
"What's in it for me?" She asks cocking her hip. It seems to catch the blonde off guard but she recovers quickly and leans on her sink.
"I get to answer one of your questions. Any question of your choosing."
"What makes you think I'm interested in knowing anything about you?" She teases.
The woman smiles. It's actually more of a rise of the lips. All cocky and sure. "You just asked me what it is I do. I know you're more than interested in knowing a lot of things about me."
Bo laughs. Full out laughs from her belly to her eyes. "You're humility is inspiring."
She shrugs. "I try. So...?"
"So what?"
"Are you going to guess or not."
"How many guesses do I get?"
She bites her lip, seemingly thinking for a bit, then, "three."
"Why three?"
"It's the standard number of guesses people usually get. Are you going to guess or are you going to keep asking questions."
"I'm going to guess but," she puts a finger up and the blonde's smirk momentarilly falls, "I'm going to take my sweet time with it. If I only have three guesses I need to make the most of them."
"Fine."
"Fine."
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She's distracted the whole of the next day at work.
Her mind is too busy analyzing everything about her new blonde neighbour.
She rolls around every piece of information she knows about her, which arguably isn't much and settles on three options.
One of them has to be right.
"Well."
"Well what?"
"Let's hear your well thought guesses."
Bo narrows her eyes, "are you messing with me?"
She gasps and places her hand on her chest, "I would never."
Bo bites her lip to keep her laugh at bay and rolls her eyes. "You're a PI."
An arched eyebrow, "PI? That's your smart guess?"
"Well you like prying into other people's business so-" she says haughtily and the blonde clicks her tongue, clearly feigning offense.
"I don't know what's more offensive, that you thought I am a PI or that I am a freaking PI."
"You said PI twice."
"That's just how offended I am."
"Whatever- second guess, you're a writer."
"Is it the glasses?" She asks with a grin that's half teasing, half amused, "it's the glasses isn't it?"
"It's the telling people what to do actually."
"Ah," she nods slowly, "you're still wrong though."
Bo groans. Last chance. "Doctor."
The blonde's eyes widen. Bo grins widely. "I got it right, didn't I? Yes!"
"You almost got it right, still, almost isn't enough so you lose."
"That's unfair." Bo scowls. "I should get at least one question."
"How is it unfair?" She asks around a chuckle, " and you were getting one question anyway."
Bo scowls harder.
The blonde sighs all matyr like. "I'll compromise with you, okay? I'll tell you what it is I do if you tell me what it is you do."
"That's not a compromise, that's exploitation."
"That's the best that you're getting."
Suddenly, she feels shy. No, not shy, she embarassed. She doesn't know why, but she doesn't want this woman to know she works in a bar.
The woman seems to notice and she smiles softly. "I'm a research scientist. Or at least I'm trying to be. I'm working on something for a competition and if I win, I could get into a really great programme. It's why I moved here actually. For the quiet."
It's the most the woman has ever said to her and it makes Bo feel trusted enough to open up. "I work at a bar. I hate it."
"So why don't you quit?" She asks as if it's the most obvious thing on earth.
Bo shrugs, she doesn't really know why. She wants to, but it's easy and safe and there're bills to pay and she has to pay them somehow.
"You shouldn't stick to doing something you don't like-" she trails off in that way people do when they want you to add something.
"Bo."
The woman nods. "You shouldn't stick to doing something you don't like, Bo."
The way she says her name makes Bo smile and before she knows what's happening, the woman is moving from her counter and heading away. Bo's eyes widen.
"Hey! You didn't call tell me your name."
"Sleep tight Bo" She sing songs, walking away.
"Hey." She calls again but the lights are switched off and she can't help that for the second time in a row,she's left in her kitchen at three am, smiling.
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