Amelia Pond (whosscared) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-11-01 11:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, amy pond, isabelle lightwood |
Who: Amy Pond and Izzy Lightwood
When: Early November
Where: Baxter Bakery
What: Chance meeting
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete
Izzy was cleaning the coffee maker, almost lost in thought, when she heard the bell sound to alert her to a new customer entering the bakery. Wiping her hands on her apron she turned around with a smile, “Oh Amy, hello. How are you?”
Amy looked tired, but happy. She smiled at the young woman she’d met here before, a girl who was turning into a friend. “Hi.” She said. “I’m all right. Can I have one of those pumpkin spice lattes I hear everyone raving about? With the sparkling milk, please.” She ordered, fishing a wallet out of her purse. Her hands were shaking a bit.
“Of course” Izzy replied, repeating the order to one of the other girls who began to make it. Noticing the shaking Izzy frowned, “Amy, are you sure you’re okay?” she asked in concern.
Amy took a deep breath and released it. She could never cut it in acting if she couldn’t keep control over her hands like this. A tired, tentative smile broke out across her features and she shook her head. “No. No, I’m not really okay.” She said. “But that’s neither here nor there. How was your Halloween?”
The drink was placed on the counter but Izzy picked it up and gesturing to her colleague to take over she moved around the counter to take Amy’s arm, “Never mind Halloween, you need to sit down and tell me what’s wrong” she insisted, guiding them to a table in a quiet corner.
Amy gave a little nod, and let Izzy move with her over to the table in the corner. She slumped into one of the chairs, lifting a hand to accept the drink from her friend. “...I had to get a restraining order on a photographer who was harassing me.”
“Oh Amy, I’m so sorry” Izzy said, placing her hand over Amy’s free one, “Has it worked? He isn’t bothering you anymore is he?” she asked, in concern.
“I think so. No crazy emails, no dial and ditch’s.” Amy said, shrugging one shoulder. “I’m still pretty paranoid, though. Wondering if the car following mine is that guy, or if the coats on the street passing are hiding something they shouldn’t be.” She gave a little shiver, then shook her head. “It’s ridiculous. And silly. Ignore me. How are you, Sweetie?”
“Okay, well that’s good. But it’s going to take some time I imagine, to feel safe again. And it is most definitely not ridiculous. You know I’m pretty good at martial arts, I’m teaching my friend Felicity at the moment, so if you wanted to join us - well you’d be more than welcome” she offered kindly, “I’m okay. Between school, here and training I’m flat out but I kind of like that, you know?”
“That’d be… good, actually. I’d like that. Something to make me feel a little safer.” Amy said, nodding once. It may be time for her to start taking her safety into her own hands. “...you’re flat out… but you like it?” She asked, for clarification.
“Absolutely. I’m all about being able to kick ass when you need to” Izzy smiled at her before nodding in answer to her question, “Yeah, I like being busy. I’ve never been one for doing nothing”
Amy laughed and nodded. “Well, I think I’d like that, too. To be able to kick ass. I’ve just… never tried. I’ve never had to. I hope I never have to in future, too.” She tucked her hair behind her ears. “That’s good. I’ve been a bit stir crazy. I’ve been stuck inside for too long.”
“Oh god I hope you never have to either but sometimes it’s nice to just know that if it came to it you could handle it, you know?” she smiled, it was also a great confidence builder which she thought Amy might need after her recent experience. “I should think you have, well if you ever want to get out of the house just let me know. I can either wear you out at the gym if I’m free or ply you with lattes if I’m working”
“I like the sound of that.” Amy said, grinning softly. She felt good. She wasn’t looking over her shoulder every three seconds anymore. That was nice. Having a little time off not to think about the stalker situation was really great. “We should exchange numbers, or something, and you can text me when you’re free… vice versa.”
"Sure" Izzy said, pulling her phone from her pocket and unlocking it before handing it over to Amy, "Good idea" she added.
Amy punched a few buttons into Izzy’s phone and programmed in her number. Then sent herself a text, so she’d have Izzy’s number, too. “Text me whenever.”
“Great” Izzy said smiling as she took her phone back, “You too” she added before her name was called, “Sorry, I should probably get back to it. You okay?” she checked as she began to rise.
“Yeah.” Amy gave her friend a smile. She honestly felt quite a bit better than when she’d first arrived. “Thank you for chatting. It helped. A lot.” But she understood that Izzy was busy working. “We’ll hang out soon.”
“You’re welcome. I’m glad it helped” Izzy smiled kindly, “And we definitely will. I’m looking forward to it” she winked then skipped off to take over the register from the girl who was flapping in a panic.
Amy watched her go, grinning, then turned to head home. She didn’t think twice about who might be following.