Time Wounds All Heels

[Tamara Sulik]

Oh no. No, no, no, no, no! It couldn’t happen. She didn't care that almost everything she just bought at the grocery store was now on the ground. She couldn’t believe what happened to her shoes. But it did happen, as proved the evidence in her hand, in this case, her broken heel. No way. They cost her a lot of money too. And it wasn’t like she did anything extreme in them. Alright, she might have ran a few times but the extreme part of it was to her neck that could break if she fell, not on the heels. Except that it was not her neck that she damaged here.



She hopped on one foot to a wall so she could rest her back on it as she took her shoe off. She could have just walked and pretend she still had a heel under the shoe but she preferred not to risk falling to the ground because she put all of her weight as if her foot really rested on a heel. Once she reached the wall, she took her shoe off and examined it. The break was clean. Maybe she could glue it back? No, it would be fragile now and could break again at any moment. She groaned, staring at the sidewalk where she broke it. It was such a silly accident and thanks to it, her favourite shoes were only good for the trash. She could almost hear her mother claim that she just had to break the other one and had flats. If only that was that easy! Besides, she couldn’t wear flats. She grew so used to heels that she needed one, even a small one, in order for her back not to kill her. Or running shoes. But it wasn’t like she had running shoes on her right now.



She looked around herself. It wasn’t like there were any shops selling shoes nearby, the grocery store was right behind her. She could generate the image of one but it wasn’t like she’d be able to enter it and buy a new pair. She kneeled on the ground and tried to collect the few things she bought, fruits, vegetables, some chicken breasts, spices, ice cream and tampons, and to put them all back in the bag. She’ll have to buy a new pair. Or she could just drive back to school and eat all of her ice cream to deal with the loss.



Where did she park her car again?

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril was lost, yet again. This time it was not his fault because he didn't have his truck which had the brand new GPS system in it. He truck had needed repairs so he took it in to get fixed up, using that brand new GPS to find the place but it then occurred to him that he had no means to actually getting back to the school. Sure he could have called a cab but he still was a bit iffy about the whole getting in a car with a stranger thing. Sure he was fine ridding trains or monorails because that was with a lot of people but being in a car with one other person you didn't know, well it weirder him out a little bit. So he decided to try and walk back to the school, only to end up getting himself lost as expected.

"You could have sucked it up and order a cab mate, but no. You just had to try going by yourself and no you are lost." Cyril said out loud to himself as he messed with his hair a little bit to make sure it was at its awesome spiky state. He blues eyed gaze looked around until he heard the sounds of what he could assume be groceries hitting the ground. When you went shopping enough it was to easily identify with the sound of grocery goods hitting the ground. Curiosity and his inner gentlemen was what had him heading towards the sounds. Finding the groceries on the ground and eyes going to where a woman was leaning against a wall and handling what he could only assume was a shoe problem. Heels were deadly, he was never going to wear them and he would never fault women for not wearing them or even liking them.

He started to casual approach the women when she started to head back and pick up her groceries, feeling the need to help. Even if he totally saw her picking up those lady devices that did make him glance away for a moment. "Mind if I help you out there?" Cyril asked in his chipper British accent. Already reaching to help pick up a few things that she had not gotten to and he could not help but do a double take when he did have an up-close look of her. Wow, she is attractive. Cyril thought to himself as he could not help but to grin a little more.

[Tamara Sulik]

Tamara was not expecting any help. She had only one bag and nothing fragile such as eggs. She could manage. Not to add that she wasn’t exactly seeing anyone. Except there was someone. She had not seen him approach at all, too busy with her heel and the horror of it. Why did she have to pick that pair? She knew why, of course. She loved to wear those when going out. When your job forces you to pick comfort over look because you kept walking around most of the day, it was natural to want to look good from head to toes when you went out. Even if it was just to buy some food. You never know what might happen.

She glanced at the man as he asked if she needed any help, already giving her some before she could say anything. “Thanks,” she said. If he stared at her, Tamara barely glanced at him at first, wanting to make sure no apple rolled down somewhere impossible. Problems never come alone, right? But she was pretty sure she got everything and so she grabbed her bag, heel still in her hand, and stood up. She nearly lost her balance as she put some weight on the missing heel but she managed to recover before taking another fall.

It was only then that she bothered to take a look at the man. “Thanks, again. I think I got everything,” she said, giving him a brief smile. He was good looking, that, she was ready to admit. He also seemed quite familiar. He was too old to be a student, unless he only looked older than he was, but she doubted that. She knew several members of the staff but it wasn’t like she knew them all personally. Unless she had to talk to them about a student, she dealt more with the kids. She didn’t want to bring out Bellefonte if he turned out to only look like someone from there.

[Cyril Kingsley]

There was not much to help pickup, but Cyril would not have been pleased with himself if he did not help at least on some small level. Even if she had told him that she didn't want his help, he probably would have stuck around just to make sure that she really didn't need it. He was raised to be gentlemen after all, and was not going to end up like either of his parents. Well at least he hoped that he didn't end up like his parents, but that whole 'like father like son' thought did float around in his head for a moment before his was back to focusing on helping out this women. She was drop dead gorgeous and she had said thanks so that meant that she had manners as well. Those were all points in his book already as he put what he picked up into her bag.

He stood up as she did and instinctively reached out to give her a hand when she stumbled but she had ended up recovering on her own. His gaze automatically drifted down to the fact that she was just wearing only one heel. Didn't that hurt? Wow, she is a trooper. Cyril could not help but to think to himself as he tried to picture himself wearing heels and then losing on. He would toss the other one away and just walk around barefoot if that happened to him, but he was a guy so that was probably why he could not really relate. "No problem, but do you need help with walking, r that shoe of yours?" Cyril asked as he pointed to her the heel in her hands as he still stuck around ready to help. It was more than likely that even if she said no he was still going to stick around until she made it back to her car. If she had come here in her car and she was not in the same boat as him and lost because she dropped her car off to be repaired. What would be the odds?

"I'm Cyril Elias Kingsley by the way. May I ask who you are?" Cyril asked, wanting to be polite. Plus he figured if someone knew your name then they would ease up a bit more in terms of you helping them out. He was certain he could at least help her with the whole walking part and even the broken heel. He had a few things on his person that would allow him to fix it, feeling pretty confident that he had some super glue in one of his pockets either in his jeans or inside his jacket. Whoever she was, she did look a little familiar but Cyril spent most of his time down at the stables or at the bar, so he didn’t really get to see much of the other staff.

[Tamara Sulik]

Tamara was not exactly used to the whole gentleman attitude. Sure, she had men helping her pick things or opening doors before, but they usually had further motives to it. She didn't think he had a reason to help her pick up her dropped goods of course, but she did stare at him as he helped her stand. None of what he had done could be deemed a suspicious but Tamara was not the kind to think people gave without expecting something in return. Even if he might have done it simply out of kindness, she preferred to stay alert for the moment he’ll start to flirt or anything of the like.

Instead, he asked if she needed help to walk, or with her heel? She nearly asked him if he was serious but she managed to shove the words back down her throat before they came out. She didn't want it to sound like people from villages had no manner because it couldn’t be further from the truth. She knew that and she could have manners. She simply wasn’t used to a guy acting as a true gentleman without expecting something in return. “I’m good, thanks. Besides, I think this heel is done for good now,” she pointed out as she looked at the heel in her hand. And her favourite pair of shoes was done too. Such a shame.

The name sounded about as familiar as the face but she preferred not to think much about it. She probably thought she knew his name because he looked familiar. She had to deal with so many names, they couldn’t expect her to know them all by heart. “Tamara Sulik. Sorry if I don’t shake hands, they are kind of full,” she replied to him. She didn't try to get rid of him too much, otherwise he would have known about it a long time ago. But she didn’t see what more he could do. “Don’t worry about me, my car is... well, somewhere around here. Probably stuck between two vans so I can’t spot it,” she said as she tried to find her blue beetle as she called it most of the time. Because it was small, like a beetle compared to those huge trucks around. A bright blue car shouldn’t be too hard to spot though and she vaguely remembered where she parked it. She wondered if he would insist on accompanying her because of her heel. She wouldn’t mind tossing that bag in his arms while she looked for her car but she wouldn’t push it.

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril didn’t really have any dark motives behind being a gentlemen and helping her out. He was just felt like if he was in the situation he would someone to help him out too. The whole ‘do onto others as they do onto you’ or something along those lines; he would look it up later. The only thing he would expect would be a thank you and if he didn’t get one well there would be a problem. He was that kind of guy that would help out a person but if they didn’t show manner back, well then he was just going to be a jerk right back. He was of course more likely to help out a woman then he was a male too, but that was because of other reasons.

He was dead serious about helping her out with walking or her heel because well he could at least try and fix her hell. Plus there was the fact that he could be closer to her when helping her walk that appealed strongly to him. She was a babe after all, so he saw nothing wrong with getting a little closer to help her walk. “Aww, I’m sorry that they are beyond repair. Are there any shoe stores around here?” Cyril asked, not wanting her to have to deal with walking around with only one heel. Even if there was no place that had really nice shoes he could at least get her a pair of shoes that would be temporary. He didn’t really know what her feet were cable of taking, but he still didn’t think it was good to put your feet through the work of dealing with one heel or going barefoot in a parking lot.

“Oh, you are one of the Dorm Monitors, right? I have heard your name among a few students, mainly the boys.” Cyril pointed out with a small hint of excitement. He had heard of her name being tossed around by a few students here and there and he was pretty sure he saw her from a distance. He didn’t mind that she didn’t shake his hand; her hands were full after all. He still wanted to help carry her bags but he was already getting the ‘independent’ vibe from her. “Well if you don’t mind I’ll help you out with finding your car. I’m pretty tall and I can carry your bags for you while we look.” Cyril pointed out as he was already holding out his arms to help with her bags if she was up for it. He was still asking for permission, not wanting to get mace or for her to think that he was here to steal her groceries or anything like that.

He didn’t plan on giving up so easily in helping her out, especially because she didn’t have a heel and she had dropped her bag before. What if the other heel decided to give out and she spilled her bags again? He could not live with himself if that happened and he had not at least tried to give her some more help, plus he was certain that she was the Tamara that the kids at the school. Meaning that she was a mutant and someone that worked at BA and he wanted to make some friends and connects with more adults at the school.

[Tamara Sulik]

Tamara did find weird that he was being so kind to her, even more when he really seemed concerned about whether or not there was a shoe store around. He was only being kind however so it wasn’t like she intended to blow him off or anything. In fact, some pleasant company to soothe the pain of this loss wouldn’t be a bad thing. Not to add that this guy was appealing to the eye. “It’s alright, I was heading home anyway,” she said before he would try and find her some store to get a new pair. Without having an entire closet full of shoes, she had more than enough back at her place. Place that was a room in the teachers and staff members’ dorm at Bellefonte.

As she was thinking that, he pointed out her job and she realised that the reason why he looked familiar was because he happened to be a face she saw before. She rolled her eyes as the thought some male students might be talking of her but the little smirk she had proved she wasn’t that surprised either. “I am. So I take you work there too? I’m sorry if I can’t be certain, truth is I deal mostly with the students. Unless you caused me trouble, or we have to work together, I’m not very likely to remember your name. I have enough to deal with the troublemakers and the new ones,” she said. She didn't want the fact she couldn’t tell he worked at the same place she did to be held against her or make it look like she was one of those women, the ones that seem to think so highly of themselves, knowing about the others wasn’t worth it.

She knew dorm monitor had a ‘no ambition’ streak to it. It wasn’t like she had none, although the only thing she expected out of her job was to get money for it. She didn't want to be the head of that department, it was way too much work and hassle for a very little raise compared to what she was paid right now. She was content with her job, even though she never expected ending there. Then again, she never really knew what she would be doing of her life so she was not complaining. “That’s nice of you. It’s a compact car, a Mazda 3, in probably what is the flashiest blue you’ve ever seen,” she explained to him so it would be easier to find it.

She didn't mind giving Cyril her bag. It was preferable as she wasn’t sure whether her other heel would stay in place or decide to be a pain to her like the other one. Either way, she dropped her bag once and didn’t want her groceries to end up on the ground again. “I’m not taking too much of your time, am I?” she suddenly asked, wondering if he came here to buy some food also and just ended up with her instead. They were in front of the grocery store, that seemed like the most logical reason for him to be here.

[Cyril Kingsley]

"Alright, if you are certain." Cyril said and left it at that. He knew better than to try and change a women's mind too much. If they were set to do something then it was just best to let them do it and not make too much a of a fuss about it. That had been his personal experiencing with women at least, it was just too risky to try and be forceful with them. Especially with a woman that was independent like Tamara so clearly was. He could slightly see her not having any issue breaking her heel in his chest if he did something bad. Why did that thought excite him a little? He didn't think too much into that as he moved on to point out that he was pretty sure she was the Tamara that the most of the male students talked about.

He certainly could see why she was big talk amongst them and had to remind himself to be gentlemen and not let his eyes wonder around too much. "I do, I work down at the stables so I would not expect you to really see me that often." Cyril responded back. He was not all bothered by the fact that she didn't really know him and that if they had met that she would not have remembered him. Their jobs did both involve students but she was more so dealing with their dorm life while Cyril handled an activity in their lives. There was not a lot of opportunities for the two of them to see one another. "That job sounds very busy and stressful. Do you enjoy it?" Cyril could not help but to ask. He liked students but sometimes he just wanted to punch a few of them in the face and he would if there were no consequences that would follow such an action.

He was just shocked at how someone could put up with them likely all hours of the day for all seven days a week. Well, he figured and hoped that the school allowed her some days in which she would not have to deal with any students at all. He easily took her bag for her and held onto them, nodding and looking around as soon as she started to describe her car. He could not help but to chuckle a little at her calling it the flashiest blue he had ever seen. He was pretty sure he had spotted it with just that description alone. It was in fact right between to very large trucks, as if they were trying to make some kind of sandwich with the blue vehicle. "I do believe I have found it, right in the middle of those two trucks." Cyril said as he pointed off in the direction of where her car was and started to head that way.

He shook his head no and started to grin when Tamara asked if she was taking up his time. Now he was having a quick mental debate on if he should be honest or just pretend he was here for something. "I'm actually very much lost." Cyril admitted with a small chuckle. "You could say that I have a habit of getting lost a lot. I could probably even get lost in a bag." Cyril said with a snicker as he pointed into the bag he was holding. Ah, bad puns were still enough to make him snicker and still enjoy himself.

[Tamara Sulik]

Tamara gave him a brief nod as he abdicated. It was better that way, really. She was not the kind of woman to easily change her mind, especially if it involved asking someone else’s help. She was grateful to him, she simply thought it was unnecessary. It was definitely not a burden though, as she was never against some charming company. He was appealing to the eye and apparently was kind of charming. At least, he was educated well enough to come as give his help to women in need. Did she just admitted being in need? Alright, for once, she’ll let it slip.

She wasn’t trying to sound insulting by now remembering him. If pointed out, she probably would be able to remember him. She did vaguely remember some stable hands or whatever title they liked to be called. Not exactly the type of person calling her out. A teacher or a trainer might ask her to check on a student but she was not really seeing Cyril asking her anything. Unless he resided at the school but even then, the staff members were able to take care of their own. She nodded at the mention of the stable. “Well, here is why you looked familiar without me remembering your name,” she said with a smile. She even chuckled at his question. “Don’t know if enjoy is the right term, but I’m not complaining. It has its moments. How about you?” she asked. If he dealt with students, he should know how there were always some you could almost kill at times and others who made it worth it. Most generally stood in the middle which wasn’t a problem with Tamara.

Tam gave that much detail about her car because she didn’t want to look like those girls who knew nothing about their car other than its color. It wasn’t because it had such a striking shade of blue she could see it even blindfolded that she picked it. Well, she didn’t only take it because of the brand or the relatively good reviews it had, it was also because she wanted a small car and this one turned out to be available for a good price. But he didn’t need to know all that. She just didn't want to sound that all she knew about cars was their color, even if her knowledge was pretty limited and he most certainly didn’t care about it. “Why am I not surprised,” she let out as she followed his finger to see it. It was about the only logical reason for her to have missed it really.

She stared at him as he admitted being lost. She did find his joke a little funny. She looked around, as if debating something. Normally, she was not picking up people like that but she believed him as he said he worked at Bellefonte. “Well, I was heading back to school, if that was where you were headed, I can take you,” she suggested. She wanted to head back home and put some comfortable, not broken shoes. It still pissed her off thinking about them but she couldn’t do anything about it so she might as well return to school now.

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril was honestly happy to help out anyone in need, especially if they were of the female gender. Again, he was not sexist but he felt like he felt like more of a gentleman when he helped out a lady versus a guy. He explained where he worked; hoping a little that it would jog the other women's memory of him. Not that he had actually seen her up close or anything like that. He had only heard about her, seen her in passing, or from a distance and that was mainly when he was back around the staff dorms. He had decided to live on campus when he first moved over here because it made sense to be ready available for the horses whenever they needed him. Hell, he would have lived in the stables if that had actually been an option but he was more than okay staying in the staff dorms.

He didn't really know his roommates and the one roommate that he met he didn't really get along with too well. He didn't meet the other one yet and figured that he probably never would unless they guy approached him first. He honestly didn't want to have another bad experience with a guy he met that he lived with. That could just end up having bad results along the lines for when he came back drunk and was not thinking clearly. He grinned all the more when she did seem to recall at least seeing him around, so he was not completely off her radar or anything like that. He chuckled as she pointed out that enjoy probably was not the best word to go with but that she didn't have any complaints. "Well I work more with the horses then I do with the students but there are times where...well I'm sure you know." Cyril said as he adjusted his hold on the bags.

There were times that he loved being around the students, especially the young females ones and there were other times where he just wanted to use his power to make them all get a face full of dirt. The latter mood happened less. Cyril personally didn't know too much about vehicles unless it was a pickup truck. His handiness stopped about there but when it came to fixing other things and building then he was good, but it was only ever trucks that he was good with fixing and even that was limited. Hence why his truck was currently in the shop because he could not fix the problem on his own. He pointed out her car and chuckled when she said that she was not really surprised, moving towards the vehicle.

His jaw dropped when she offered to give him a ride, recalling the whole 'stranger danger' thing. Was she not worried about him lying or having bad intentions? He didn't, but was she honestly okay with helping him out, letting him in the same enclosed space with here? "Are you sure? I mean I would be grateful but you don't have to just because I helped you out with your bags." Cyril pointed out, just wanting her to be sure.

[Tamara Sulik]

Tamara might have showed Cyril his room and that was about all the interaction these two probably had in the five years she had been here as a dorm monitor. She wasn’t dealing a lot with the teachers in the staff, unless they wanted her to check on a student for whatever reason. She knew the maintenance guys and security staff but that was about it. It was a good idea from the twins to have everyone wear an ID. Like that, she knew immediately they were telling the truth. Not to add that it was weird for her sometimes to suddenly treat a person who used to be a student as a colleague. Not that she had this problem with Cyril though.

She nodded, knowing all too well what he meant to say. “Teenagers can be little sociopaths sometimes. If you’re an adult, you’re the enemy. Mind you, I was no better at their age,” she admitted as they got to her car. She knew she didn’t buy a lot of stuff but that didn’t mean she would force this man to carry her bags for longer than it was necessary. “Then you find one whose such a gem, they make up for all the others. Most of the students are fine though. Might have to remind them about curfew sometimes but they generally stick to the rules.” She kept the conversation going as they walked. It wasn’t like they couldn’t do both after all.

There really was only in movies that the nice colleague turned out to be a psychopathic killer. Well, maybe it happened in real life on occasions but Tamara was ready to take the risk. She was feisty, she was certain she could handle herself. If not, she knew a few cops who wouldn’t mind helping her out. That was not exactly accurate, she bet JJ would mind a little, but he could not turn down beating someone up, especially if it was to save a woman who would have then to be grateful. That man really poisoned her mind too much, she thought. He seemed to hesitate however, asking her if she was sure. “We’re going to the same place, no? If you want to be careful, why don’t you show me your identification proving you work there and I do the same? If you prefer to stay here and find a cab though, I’m fine with that,” she told him. Either way worked with her. “But you need to make up your mind, I wouldn’t want my ice cream to melt in my bag,” she pointed out with a smirk as she was merely teasing him there.

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril did recall that Tamara was the one to show him to his room that had been a busy time. He pretty much knew that he was more than likely distracted checking her out and then she was busy handling a kid asking her a whole bunch of questions. All in all it had been a quick exchange that didn’t really lead to the two of them getting to know one another officially. Yet, the grocery gods had been kind and now he was getting the chance to meet her face to face. He was just mostly pleased that he was getting to meet more of the school staff since he really didn’t know that many.

Cyril nodded a lot after Tamara’s words on what teenagers were. They certainly were little hell spawns sometimes and Cyril never understood why they made adults out to be the bad guys. If anything they should have saw other teenagers as the bad ones since most of the time it was some other teenager’s fault they had to deal with drama or a problem. Plus no matter how many years passed, the things that teenagers went through were the same from generation to generation because of how the human race was. “You were a bad teenager?” Cyril asked with a small grin appearing on his face. “I always thought that I was a saint.” Cyril added, with a chuckle.

“Have you found that gem of a student yet?” Cyril asked, his mind thinking if he had found one. There were times that he thought he did but then he would find out that they were dating someone. His ideal gem would be a young girl, single, who was focused on school, and ever so kind to adults. He had yet to meet a girl such as that so wondered what kind of kid Tamara saw as a gem. He could not really relate to any curfew issues, just tended to have to tell them to leave the stables when he had to lock it down. Cyril knew that he was not going to become Jack the Ripper on her or anything, but well he didn’t know if she would do that. She had that look about her that gave off ‘I can kick ass if I really need to’ and he didn’t want to well, die.

“Great idea.” Cyril said with excitement in his voice as he searched his person for his work ID. Once found he pulled it out and showed it to her, still easily managing to hold the groceries. He was tempted to use his power but they were out in public so he had to be careful. He let out a gasp when she brought up the ice cream. She may have been teasing but he really did not want to make her wait around and have her ice cream melt. “I’ll accompany you then. If your ice cream melts you will have a real mess on your hands…well mine.” Cyril said, already peeking in the bag to check if the ice cream was okay.

[Tamara Sulik]

It wasn’t that Tamara didn’t want to be more acquainted with the other members of the school staff. It felt good to talk to an actual adult for a change and not some teenager who was either on an identity crisis or gave her an attitude because they wanted to be taken seriously. It would, at the very least, make that stupid blog thing stop pretending there might be something between the grumpy head trainer and the grumpy dorm monitor. Other than being grumpy and have a sense of self-ridicule, there wasn’t anything worth of mention. Even though she respected Guy, Tamara would prefer rumours going on her account to include some other men, preferably taller than she was.

Maybe it was the fact they were adults and so better in control that had the teenagers think they were too old to understand. Of course, the fact the staff couldn’t exactly admit all of the rule-breaking they had done in their time might also be a reason. “Saint Cadou is stricter than Bellefonte,” she explained. Although she supposed she had to admit she used to be difficult. “And I always had this ‘don’t talk shit to me’ attitude. Not always a good thing in front of a teacher,” she added with a little smirk. Not to add that she had those babies in her cleavage pretty quickly. Several older girls claimed she was stuffing her bra but that wasn’t the case. And, apparently, having nice breasts meant you were a slut, in a teenager’s mind. “Oh really? If I ask your former teachers, they’ll say the same?” She had a chuckle also as Cyril claimed he was a saint. She was not making fun of him. Besides, what she knew of him was that the man was helpful and he happened not to check her body in a obvious kind of way so she was ready to believe he used to be one of those good little students.

“I found some nice ones. You’re kind of lucky, you deal with those who are in the equestrian club. Unless there are some who like to come in there and cause trouble?” she replied, staring at Cyril with a light frown to make the last thing she said sound like the question it was meant to be. She would envy him if it was that easy. Then again, a bunch of students who never did horseback riding suddenly trying their hands at it might be tough to deal with.

Even though Tamara believed it was just a formality, she still took the time to look at his ID when he showed it to her. She looked through her purse and got hers out as well so he can see she was also telling the truth. Of course, he could still be a psychopath who wanted to make tomorrow’s stew out of her but she didn’t think so. Instead, she nodded when he agreed to come with her, giving him a small smile in the process. “And we don’t want that. Just put the bags on the back seat,” she told him once she unlocked the doors and walked to the other side of the car to get on the driver’s seat.

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril didn't know about any rumors going around among the staff or the students, he didn't really pay attention to such things. He only really ever knew about things that people had told him or said around him. Like that fact that he heard male students say that Tamara was hot, he now knew why they had said such things and completely agreed with them. Luckily he was not some hormonal crazed boy like them so was not stuck staring at her body and thinking about any fantasies. In fact he was a bit more curious as to what she bought at the store and why she picked the car that she had to drive around. He was always the kind of guy interested in getting to know a person better, but that did not mean he didn't want to get to know them better in other way as well.

"Oh, you didn't go to Bellefonte either?" Cyril asked with surprised in his voice. He thought he was in the rare few of the staff who was not even from here. She was not from his school either and in fact he didn't know where that school she mentioned even was but he knew for certain it was not in America. He chuckled at her words about how she was not really a good student and didn't like people to talk to her in a certain way. He could totally see her being the bad girl in school, and even nodded at the mental image. "So I take it you were more of that girl that a lot of people were less than nice to because they were jealous, huh?" Cyril asked with a hint of sadness in his voice. He always disliked it when people were mean to someone just because they were jealous.

"They should. They might say I got distracted or caused distractions involving girls but other than that I was pretty good." Cyril said proudly, thinking back to his school day. He really was a good student other than getting distracted with girls or disrupting the class because girls came to talk to him. He always kept up his grades so he could do well both in school and on the scorer team; as it was called over in the states. Cyril was happy t hear that she had found some nice ones and he found a few here and there but that was mainly in his club or those who came down to hand out with the horses. "Everyone down there is generally pretty good and most of them tend to be girls." Cyril answered her question.

He just gave her ID a glance, having already trusted that she was in fact a staff member like she said she was. He obeyed what she said, placing her bags in he back and then moving to go get in the passenger side. Buckling up and moving around a little in the seat to settle in and feel mostly comfortable sitting in the vehicle. "I pictured you driving a fast car." Cyril said with a chuckle; adjust the seat for his long legs.

[Tamara Sulik]

There was something that had to be said about Cyril, he acted like a gentleman. She had enough guys staring at her from head to toe, or more from toes to breasts, to think there were all a bunch of idiots ruled by what’s in their pants. Of course, since most of the men she had to deal with were a bunch of teenagers who recently discovered the use for what’s in their pants and the fun they can have with it, it wasn’t all that surprising. She did like being checked out and see she still had it but she wished it was done in a better way and, mostly, by people she could actually make a move on. She was pretty sure Cyril checked out her, the same way she stared at him, but he was actually having a conversation with her and not her cleavage. This was refreshing.

“No. I know it doesn’t look like it, but I’m actually from Serbia. I worked on my American accent when I moved here. I didn’t want to look like those Eastern European sex slave or whatever, you know what I mean?” She believed she had a very good American accent, even though the way she said certain words proved there was something foreign about her. Still, no one could think at first glance that she was Eastern European. Her last name might give them an idea but that was about the only thing that could in her. She grew to look very much like a typical American girl, or so she thought. “Where did you go? England?” She asked. She hoped it was the school in England and not the one in Australia. She knew telling an Australian he was British was as criminal as calling a Canadian an American. You just don’t do that.

She grinned as he seemed to draw a mental image for himself of what she might have looked like as a student. “You could say that. I mean, try to look like this and not have the other girls jealous because you get the boys’ attention and they don’t,” she replied, gesturing at her own body. Yes, this gave him a perfect excuse to look more at her but she didn’t mind. She had a smirk as he talked of himself as a student. So, he was distracted or distracted the ladies. “I can see why.” Was it too obvious? Again, Tamara didn't really care.

The grinned stayed on as they mentioned the equestrian club. “Again, I can’t say I’m really surprised.” Tamara wouldn’t deny that she would have joined that club too had their stable hands looked like good. She didn’t know too much about horses though, more about cows and goats. It was one of the perks or growing up in a very small and rural village. She chuckled with him as they got into the car. “I just want something that can take me from point A to point B. It’s not like I’m going out a lot. Why were you out there by the way?”