[color=#9A42FA][h3]Vanessa Poirier[/h3][/color]
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Nessa could almost feel Beck's eyes on her. The woman had a point, sure. It wasn't as if Nessa disagreed. She just disliked being... Dependant on people. It didn't fit to her lifestyle. Her rules, the ones she'd set for herself. [i]No partners. No help from anyone. No attachment to anyone. No... No softness.[/i]
As the car came to a slow halt and Beck began parking, Nessa mulled over the woman's words once more. The ravenette gritted her teeth and tasted the blood seeping into her mouth from the prickle on her lip, irony but cool liquid on her tongue.
[color=#9A42FA]"I don't need help,"[/color] Nessa repeated grimly, a statement that sounded more like a reassurance to Nessa herself than anything else. After a small beat of silence, Nessa reached into her pocket, rummaging through it. Her hand grasped a candy wrapper, which she pulled out and straightened to her best ability. Taking a pen out of her bag, Nessa scribbled her mobile number on it. No doubt she'd come to regret this, but maybe there was a distant part of her that was getting tired of the hermit lifestyle. Nessa coughed awkwardly, uncharacteristic to her.
[color=#9A42FA]"I... Here,"[/color] the ravenette said, giving Beck the number written on the white side of the candy wrapper. [color=#9A42FA]"Should you ever need to... Contact me, of whatever."[/color]