Thread: Your Love is to Die For (Snake Plissken & darkangel76)

There was something about the way he looked at her. Trista couldn't quite explain it, but it was as if Randy was able to see past the surface somehow, see past all the textbooks and studies and everything else and just see hera simple girl trying to find herself and pursue a dream. It was rather intense how his eyes, not once, left her face. So many would let theirs drift during conversation, too distracted by this or that. But not this man. How she'd captivated his attention so quickly, so randomly, so... fortunately... she'd never guess. Though she had to admit it was nice to have someone, especially one with such a nice smile, to seem interested, if even on a basic level. Trista gave Randy a shy smile, a hand reaching up to play with her hair. Thank you, she said softly, her other hand extending outward toward the book. Her fingers barely brushed his as she grabbed it and slid the book closer to herself. Immediately, she felt her cheeks get hot, a sweeping heat that rose and no doubt turned her face a deep shade of red. I'll be sure to give it a read. Maybe we can discuss it some time, she added with a nervous giggle. She hoped that any insight she could provide a discussion would be worthwhile. After all, Trista heard Randy mention that he'd read the book several times, had two copies of the book even. Truly, he must love the story and thus be well versed in all its hidden meanings. She'd probably sound like a novice if she tried to talk to him about it despite her background in school. One thing knew full well and believed with all her heartoccupation and education wasn't what made someone intelligent nor was it what made anyone important or worthy. It was who they were inside, who they strove to be everyday. It bothered her that people thought that a silly degree or award was what made a person. Oh the things they'd miss by being so short-sighted and small-minded. And why would I laugh at that? Trista then stated more than asked when Randy spoke of his job. Sounds wonderful to me goodness knows I wish I knew how to fix things... she looked down into her lap for a moment before looking back into Randy's eyes. You should be proud. I would be if I were you. She then paused, her blue eyes sparkling a bit as he began to talk about books. Reading is wonderful, isn't it? I enjoy it as well. I find it to be a nice escape. When you read, you can be anything for a short while. It was nice talking with Randy and Trista was starting to feel herself relaxing a bit as she sat in her plush chair. The book in her lap, she reached for her mocha again and took a sip of it. I was fortunate to get my internship at the hospital, Trista stated, her voice soft. She took another sip of her mocha and swallowed the sweet contents down. I mainly just read the files for practice, organize them for my mentor and store them away so that they don't get lost. But there's a case I might get to help out with, however it's still not quite certain yet. There's a lot of paperwork involved in such things, which is understandable. Again, she sipped her mocha, a hand moving to tuck a stray dark lock of hair behind an ear. Oh, I should mention, I'm a psych major. Right now I'm trying to get my master's of social work. I'm not sure if I want to go to medical school or anything like that, though my mentor would like to see me do so. Trista smiled a bit. Her mentor thought her to be a bright student, one who could do great things in the field of psychology if she felt so inclined. Her grades in her undergraduate studies had been more than impeccable and now as a first year graduate, she was already on the path to doing just as well. Having been able to get the internship only made things even better. He was certain that she'd be foolish not to pursue a more advanced degree than a MSW, but Trista just wasn't sure if such a route was for her. She wanted to help people, be there for them. She feared becoming lost in paper work and science journals if she went into psychiatry and the last thing she wanted was to lose herself. Just then, Trista bit down on her lip. I'm sorry, I know... hardly a glamorous position. But it's all I have and it keeps me going, she said, her cheeks reddening a bit more. Though I'm sure the book will help brighten my days. I do love reading.