Time to be herself again and get out there, make friends again. Time to figure out who she was again and stop making excuses for her ‘other half.’...Now she could be whole. Less a wrench and more of a relief, she was feeling stronger by the minute. Just the social awkwardness of admitting she was wrong about her chosen mate. Again. Damn. Well, no time like the present. She looked good, and if she still had a little roiling unease going on under the surface, so be it. Checking her reflection for. She shrank down in size until she had turned into a 60 year old homeless woman.She wiped her dirty face with her hand, which only smeared more grime down her cheek. She noticed Tracey staring at her through the glass. She gave Tracey a toothless grin and held up a paper cup. She jingled it as if to say, "Give me some money."The old woman morphed back into the hooker then back into the original girl. There was still something different about her though, and it wasn't just the fact that Tracey. This is happening way too fast. We have our studies and our careers to think about." Pull back how far?" We can still see each other on weekends." Reid -- we only have one more weekend this term." Yeah -- that's right. Then it's break. Maybe the break will do us both some good. We'll see how we feel about each other at the beginning of next term." I'll be here for you, Reid -- and I know I'll feel the same way then as I do now."Reid sat in the lounge working on his laptop. "Reid!" He turned and. I said that I was interested in applying for the part time job. She told me that she ran the shop alone since sadly her husband had died a few months ago and needed someone to help part time with shifting the heavy boxes and also help with serving the customers when it got busy. She asked when I could start and I told her I was free to start that Saturday. so after agreeing how much she would pay me I said I would be back that Saturday. I turned up as agreed 30 minutes before the shop was due.