The memories rush into my head so fast and intense, I almost fall over. Tobias looks at me concerned.

"You alright?" He asks.

I place a hand to forehead and nod. He places his hand in between my shoulder blades to steady me. His fingers are so long they cover the majority of my back. Tobias or "Four" leads me toward a booth. I sit down and put my head in between my knees. I feel sick. He runs a hand along my back.

"I'll go get our food." He says.
I manage to nod. How could I of had absolutely no recollection of such an important memory?

In a few moments, Tobias slides in the booth seat across from me with two Broccoli Cheddar soups in bread bowls. Steam rises from the hot bowls of soup and head toward Tobias. He got my favorite. The cheesy smell, mixed with the smell of fresh bread fills the inside of my nostrils. I take a deep breath and sigh, the warmth of the soup and bread making me temporarily forget about my lack of memories.

"I hope you like this," He places the dish in front of me. "I just guessed."
I smile. "It's my favorite."
His face lights up.
I take a spoonful of the soup. And in a moment I can't help but say, "I remember you." He looks up from his bowl of soup and raises his eyebrows. "What?"

"We were in the airport. In Houston." I pause. "I'm Beatrice."
He scrunches his eyebrows together in confusion. And my heart shatters.

He doesn't remember me.

I bite my lip. It definitely wasn't a dream. But weirdly enough, I have no recollection of getting home from Houston. I take another bite of the soup, and dip some bread in it this time.

"But, your father," I say, trying to collect my thoughts.

His eyes widen.

"Marcus." I finish.

His eyes turn cold. "How do you know all of this?" His low voice growls.

I look down and fiddle with my spoon. "You helped me," I say. "In the airport. I was 11 and you were 13."

His eyes soften slightly and he shakes his head. "I have no idea what you're talking about." I sigh and explain the entire memory to him.

When I finish, he is looking down at his food, his eyebrows scrunched together in concentration. "I don't remember that." He says, slowly. His lips turn down into a frown. "I want to, though. Because there is definitely something between us, whether it be love at first sight or not." He sighs. "And everything you said about Marcus is true." His eyes darken with anger. "But that's not a problem now."

I want to press him further, and ask him what he means by that. But I decide against it. "So, why am I just now remembering, and you don't remember at all?" I say.
"It probably traces back to Marcus." He mumbles.
I raise my eyebrows, as if asking him to continue.

"He worked with the government. That is, until he was arrested for child abuse." "What did he do?" I ask, thinking this could lead us somewhere.

"I don't know." He says, slowly. "I bet we could find out though." He pauses. "But I should probably get checked in the head first, to make sure I don't have some memory disorder or something, before we start to blame Marcus."

I never met Marcus, but from what 13 year old Tobias told me, my first instinct is to blame him. "And plus," Tobias continues. "I'd like to get to know you better."
"Yeah," I say. "Me too."
"You'd like to get to know you better too?" He asks, a smirk forming on his face.

I roll my eyes. "You know what I meant."

He chuckles softly. "Well then. What's your favorite color?"

I laugh a little. "This might sound strange, but I love black and grey."

He smiles. "What are your hobbies?"

I grin. "Where do I even start? I love creative writing, I'm an artist, I took Hip Hop dance a while ago..." I pause. "My teacher said I could of made a career in it, but... I don't know." I shrug. "I'd like to go to college at the Chicago School of the Art Institute. And maybe major in creative writing. Or animation. Or go to North Western and major in creative writing. So that's why I got a job at Hot Topic. So I could earn enough money to go, but I'm hoping for a scholarship." I rest my chin on my hand. "I also take self defense and enjoy facing my fears."

He smiles. "You have a lot going for you."

I shrug. "I don't know."

"I'd love to see something you've drawn or written sometime." He says.

I offer him a small smile. "Sometime." I say. "But what about you?"

"I also take self defense, I'm very athletic but don't really play any sports." He pauses. "If that makes any sense."

I nod. "It totally makes sense. That's how I am too."

He smiles. "And my favorite colors are grey and black too."

We spend about three hours just sitting in Panera, learning about each other. Tobias is even more incredible than I thought.

"I like you a lot, Tobias." I say after a while. "You're the only person I've ever met who would be compatible with me."

His thick eyebrows raise in surprise. "Even with my past?"

I smile a little. "Especially with your past. You didn't let it control you and you overcame it. And became a great person."

His eyes light up. I suppose no one has ever told him that.

"I like you too, Tris." He says. He looks at me and shakes his head, smiling. "You're absolutely incredible."