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Instead…she’s sort of unremarkable

She stares up at me with round, crystal-blue eyes that are devoid of any lasses Her hair is dark, held back with a headband and twisted up behind her so I have no clue how long it is She’s s in an oversized, extrey jeans that look about two sizes too big for her An old backpack slung over her shoulder and a pair of orn tennis shoes complete her outfit

"Roberta?" I ask hesitantly, because suddenly I’…orfor a meal The way those clothes co underneath all that ht smile and sticks a delicate hand out toward , her sleeves are rolled up around her wrists "Actually…I go by Kate Roberta’s my first name, which I was named after my daddy, Robert, but seriously…ouldn’t hate that nao by my middle name, which is Kathryn, actually So I shorted it down to Kate, because Kathryn sounds just so…I don’t know…like a Catholic saint or so, and I’m not Catholic I was raised Southern Baptist, but I really don’t go to church anymore, so--"

She pauses…finally, and takes a deep breath Her sives an apologetic shrug "Sorry…I’m nervous and I tend to prattle when I’m nervous"

I just blink at her, completely shocked silent I have no clue what to think about this strange wo

"How old are you?" I ask,suspiciously at her hand still extended toward me

"Twenty-three," she says "Didn’t Delaney tell you about ht?"

"Ue," I mutter

Kate takes a siving me a pointed look "It’s nice toI can’t remember if Delaney toldshe said

I reach out hesitantly and shake her hand It’s tiny and her bones feel srips me surely "Yeah…uh, nice to meet you too," I say absently

Our hands break apart and we just stare at each other

Her eyes are intent on me, yet filled with a sort of curiosity I wonder what in the hell she could be curious about I’m sure Delaney filled her in on my situation and what I needed her for