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This time the suit is in ck. It looks better and Bemy seems happier. He is wearing a ck shirt
underneath. He shrugs at me.
“Well?” he asks. I consider a moment.
“It’s very… ck.” I observe. Bemy raises an eyebrow.
“It’s a ck suit.” he points out.
“I can see that, but… it’s just… I don’t know. It’s better. But not right.” I turn to Charlie for assistance.
He is nodding along with me.
“She’s right. I have an idea.” He stands and vanishes yet again. When he returns he is holding two
more shirts. A in white one and a maroon one.
“Try these with it.” He hands them to Bemy. Bemy sighs in frustration and returns to the dressing
room. My phone vibrates in my bag and I pull it out. It’s a message from Megan. She has sent me the
photo of me in my dress that she took earlier.
Megan- Send me mine!
I text her the photo of her dress and she sends back her thanks. I flick back and forth between the two
photos. Happy to have some kind of evidence that I got to spend the day with my friend. Charlie
nces over my shoulder and sees the picture of Megan.
“Pretty girl and that’s a nice dress. Is that the sister? They look alike.” He asks. I nod.
“Yep, she and I went dress shopping today.” I tell him proudly. Bemy steps out again wearing the
maroon shirt this time. Charlie shakes his head and waves him back to the change room before turning
back to me.
“Did you get a dress too darling?” I nod and flick to the photo. He leans over to look at it
eagerly. He gasps.
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“Oh my, I know what we need!” he stands and dashes off. Bemy emerges again in the white shirt. He
is looking at me curiously. I shrug, I don’t know what just happened. Charliees running back with
another shirt. A blue one this time. The same blue as
my dress.
“No, the white is terrible, you look like a pissed off penguin. Quick, put this one on!” He demands.
Bemy glowers and takes the shirt. Clearly he is not enjoying himself. Charlie plops down next to me
again.
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‘Now you two can match.” he says proudly.
“Uhm… Charlie. Bemy and I aren’t together, you know.” I inform him. Charlie just shrugs.
“That doesn’t mean that shade of blue won’t be perfect on both of you.” He waves away my objections.
Bemy steps out of the changing room and I have to admit that Charlie was right. The blue looks
great. The dark colour suits Bemy but isn’t too harsh the way the in ck outfit was, Charlie
stands and ps his hands together happily.
“Perfect, just perfect!” he deres. Bemy nces at me.
“What do you think Ryann?” I nod my agreement.
“I like it.” I confirm. A ghost of a smile spreads across his face.
“Does that mean I can change back now?” he questions.
“Of course handsome. Go ahead. I’ll pick out a tie for you and ring it all up.” Charlie promises. He
fetches a ck tie to match the suit and when Bemy returns back in his normal clothes, Charlie
finishes the sale. We make our way to the exit.
“Well, it has been a pleasure. I hope to see you both again sometime soon!” Charlie gushes. Bemy
grimaces and Iugh.
“Thank you Charlie.” I really appreciate how much Charlie clearly enjoys his job. Sure, he was probably
a bit too open in ogling his customer, but I guess he knows what looks good. Clearly he is living his
best life. Actually, he was pretty goodpany. I wonder if he would think I’m weird if I stopped by to
say hi next time I’m in the area. Wow, I make one friend and suddenly I feel like I can talk to people and
socialise. Megan is definitely doing wonders for my
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confidence.
Bemy looks exhausted.
“That was way too stressful.” Heins.
“You only had to go to one store. It took less than half an hour.” I remind him. He shudders.
“Megan had better be happy. Hey, what did he mean when he said we would match? Your hair?” he
questions. I shake my head.
“The dress Megan helped me pick out is that same blue.” Bemy raises an eyebrow.
“Oh? Alright then. I guess I’m not really surprised you’re wearing blue.” he mutters. I ignore it.
“So now what? It’s almost four. What time is Megan meeting Tristan?” I ask.
“Five thirty. So we have time for an early dinner before we go follow them.” He decides. Well that was a
little bossy, but it’s a good idea so I don’t say anything.
“How do you feel about Indian food?” He questions. I light up.
“I adore Indian food.” It only takes a few minutes for us to reach the restaurant and get our food. So far
today, Bemy hasn’t actually been too awful, which is a nice change, so I decide to attempt some kind
of conversation and hope this dinner goes better than thest one.
“I still don’t really understand why you wanted my help picking out a suit. Charlie did most of the work.”
I point out. Bemy shrugs.
“I didn’t want to have to talk to the shop assistant more than absolutely necessary. You helped keep
him upied.” he exins.
“Why didn’t you want to talk to him?”
“He’s not a Shifter.” he shrugs. My temper res
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“I ampletely regretting helping you right now. Do you really think Shifters are so much. better than
everyone else? Because if so then I think I’m going to have to find a way to help. Megan on my own.”
Bemy looks frustrated again.
“I don’t think we’re better than everyone else. I do think it is best if we keep to ourselves.”
“Because you think you’re better than us.” I add.
NO
he practically growls out the words.
“It’s just better that way. Non–Shifters think they can ept us, but the reality is we are part animal and
that freaks people out. We have different culture and rules, different instincts and most people can’t
cope with that. They fear us, or are disgusted by it. They don’t understand us and so they judge us by
their standards which just doesn’t work.” Bemy pauses and meets my eyes.
“You got upset after sharing just one meal with me.” he points out. I re at him.
“And yet here I am the very next day having a second meal with you. All it took was a little exining
and I’m trying. Maybe you should let other people have that chance too.” Bemy
shakes his head.
“You still see us as just unusual humans. You haven’t seen any of us shift” he points out. I am totally
confused. Why should that make a difference? I already know he’s a Shifter. Shifters turn into animals.
It’s not like it would be a surprise.
“I don’t understand.” I admit. Bemy sighs.
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“Some things are easy to ept until they’re right in front of you.” I lean forward onto the
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table.
“This entire discussion is exhausting. And stop assuming you have any idea what it is that I think of you
or any other Shifter. I resent that you think my opinion of Shifters would change based on what they
look like at the time.” What does Bemy look like when he shifts? I’m actually rather curious. I doubt
he would show me, but maybe I could ask Megan about it. Although I’m not sure I’m subtle enough to
ask without being incredibly obvious. A loud giggle at a nearby table catches my attention. A teenage
couple are on a date and the girl ist
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“That’s cute.” hements with a slight smile. I guess Megan was right when she said Bemy was
the romantic type. I shake my head.
“They’re doomed. There’s a ck thread between them. This is clearly not going to end well for them.”
I sigh. How depressing. Bemy shrugs.
“That may be so, but right now they’re happy.” he sounds like he is trying to cheer me up. It’s odd, but I
appreciate the effort. I look away from the teens and give him a half–smile.
“I guess you’re right.” We continue our meal in a rtivelyfortable silence.