Love Apartment
So they were sitting in a café... hmm, I guess that's not much of an intro, is it? Ok. "They" would be Lucy and Michael. They were sitting in a café on Beech, it was a quaint little place. Well as quaint as a place located on a busy road in the middle on London could be; with pastel colours on the walls and decorations, a lining around the sides of the walls, pictures of unfamiliar faces and places on the walls and cars with careless people hissing by outside the big wall-sized windows with high chairs (also pastel) and bar to rest nameless peoples drinks on.
Wait, wait hold up. We need some back-story first, otherwise this will make no sense why they were sitting on that café one cloudy Wednesday midday.
Lucy was a sweet young thing. A smiling brunette, full of life, full of love for everyone around. This made her a 'Great asset to any team' she was a part of. She was the epitome of youth in the 21st century and as such she loved every moment of it; she had a fine job, a nice boss (which would be very important to anyone who could practically choose her own job and position if she felt like it, she didn't) a cute dog, all the clothes she could want, and the money to buy even more, friends that she could trust and all-in-all a good life. A perfect life it could seem, but the one thing that she wanted most, she could not get.
She had, as most girls in their mid-twenties, had a few experiences in the 'Love Apartment' as she liked to call it (it was really more-so that people didn't have it in them to call her out on her mistake, grounded in her bad hearing, because of her faire appearance). But something newer really felt right. Either the guy was just after sex, which was all-right, for a while, but she needed more out of a relationship. Or some tiny thing would make them furious at each other. Either way, it newer lasted long and soon Lucy was back to 'looking'.
This is where Michael comes into the picture. Michael was a guy in his early twenties. Normal of stature, handsome of appearance and kind of heart. Michael was the kind of guy who sought out disadvantaged or troubled girls, became their good friend and helped them a well as he could. This interest in the human mind and how it could be altered and bettered had drawn him to study psychology, and he was damn good at it as well, to him the human mind was second nature. This stemmed from the fact that in his early days, Michael didn't have many friends, so instead of being with people, he looked at them, studied them and he soon understood how the mind worked and how to pick up on small signals (he had though about using this trick to gamble, but it didn't feel right and was ultimately boring in the long run).
As Michael was also young and in London, he naturally bumped into Lucy, while out partying and they hooked up.
Wait, wait hold up. We need some back-story first, otherwise this will make no sense why they were sitting on that café one cloudy Wednesday midday.
Lucy was a sweet young thing. A smiling brunette, full of life, full of love for everyone around. This made her a 'Great asset to any team' she was a part of. She was the epitome of youth in the 21st century and as such she loved every moment of it; she had a fine job, a nice boss (which would be very important to anyone who could practically choose her own job and position if she felt like it, she didn't) a cute dog, all the clothes she could want, and the money to buy even more, friends that she could trust and all-in-all a good life. A perfect life it could seem, but the one thing that she wanted most, she could not get.
She had, as most girls in their mid-twenties, had a few experiences in the 'Love Apartment' as she liked to call it (it was really more-so that people didn't have it in them to call her out on her mistake, grounded in her bad hearing, because of her faire appearance). But something newer really felt right. Either the guy was just after sex, which was all-right, for a while, but she needed more out of a relationship. Or some tiny thing would make them furious at each other. Either way, it newer lasted long and soon Lucy was back to 'looking'.
This is where Michael comes into the picture. Michael was a guy in his early twenties. Normal of stature, handsome of appearance and kind of heart. Michael was the kind of guy who sought out disadvantaged or troubled girls, became their good friend and helped them a well as he could. This interest in the human mind and how it could be altered and bettered had drawn him to study psychology, and he was damn good at it as well, to him the human mind was second nature. This stemmed from the fact that in his early days, Michael didn't have many friends, so instead of being with people, he looked at them, studied them and he soon understood how the mind worked and how to pick up on small signals (he had though about using this trick to gamble, but it didn't feel right and was ultimately boring in the long run).
As Michael was also young and in London, he naturally bumped into Lucy, while out partying and they hooked up.
And that is as far as I got..
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