[i]”Béatrix”[/i] the dragon called to her, surprisingly pronouncing her name correctly, [i]”The story only ends when the protagonist gives up, not before. You may only need a second or a hundredth chance to reach your happy chapter one more.”[/i] Even with the back of her head facing him, she still rolled her eyes. He was indeed a hopeless romantic, how sad for him. Pathetic, really. Who needs trivial things like love when you can find pleasure in the chase, the hunt, and the kill?

Trixy paid for her espresso at the counter, leaving a generous tip for Solenne’s new sweetheart. Béatrix might be bitter about the idea of love, but it wasn’t because of jealousy, and the girl hadn’t really done anything to earn her ire… yet. After taking a deep breath, Trixy ventured outside.

Of course he was there. Why wouldn’t he be there? Like a wilted cherry on top of the world’s shittiest sundae. Trixy wanted to be angry about it but, to be honest, the feelings just withered away in silence. He didn’t say anything taunting, which she appreciated. If she was in his position she couldn’t guarantee that she’d be that big about it. Her lips parted as if she was about to say something, but she closed them and let herself think before any words could pour out. 

“Thank you,” she began "For not saying anything... Even if you only kept quiet so your obnoxious lizard friend was kept in the dark." The kind words felt foreign on her tongue. "It turns out I’m not as good of an actress as I thought. What is that American phrase, the cat is on the bag? Whatever it is, thanks anyway, and I'm sorry your friend found out…” her voice trailed off a bit and she looked uncomfortably in the distance. In her mind, that is where she turned on her heel and walked away, but in reality, her feet stayed put. Thankfulness and apologies really weren't her thing, even back in her human years she'd been headstrong.