Snippet #2381142

"Do I really seem like the creative type?"

"Actually? Yes," Elisa admitted to Beck. "Must be your hair. It has 'moody creative type' written all over it." She teased, giving him a sideways glance. It was a little silly, seeing him look out the open window like an excited dog going to the vet, but for just a minute, it made her smile - really smile, not just some half assed excuse for one that usually graced her face. Alas, as quickly as it came it went and her stoic, almost sad expression, returned. In Elisa's little world, she wasn't allowed to feel happy, not for long. It was her way of punishing herself for being weak, far too weak to stand up for herself.

"Sounds good to me, I'm not one to turn down good food. Alan a friend of yours?"

However, she was entirely amused when Beck asked who Alan was as she had briefly forgotten her parents lifestyle wasn't one that normal, everyday people had. It was easy to do when most of your time was spent by yourself. "Alan is my family's live-in, personal chef. I've heard he makes delicious crepes at three in the morning." Not that she would really know. She had eaten an entire meal of Alan's once or twice since he was employed a year and a half ago. It was good, but one could only judge so much by a pancake and chicken marsala.

"I need to see a friend in the Leston flats, I understand if you don't fancy heading down there. Its not exactly pleasant."

Elisa shrugged, not caring whether or not the area was shady. She tended not to judge or fear an area just for its reputation or the way it looked. Sure, she was use to nice things, but it didn't mean she had to look down her nose at those who weren't. "I'll take you and I'll wait in the car. Take as long as you need, B." It didn't take her too much longer to arrive at the desired destination, all thanks to the GPS system in her car. The area was not the best, Beck hadn't been lying. She definitely felt out of place, but she did her best not to let it get to her. What she did wonder, was why Beck needed to be here in the first place. She didn't think he lived in this area, most of the people at their school wouldn't even come near it. Whatever business he had here, definitely peaked her interest.

"So, uh...come here often?" She questioned, in an awkward I'm-totally-joking-but-genuinely-curious fashion as she pulled into a parking spot. It was ridiculous and awkward and all very Elisa at the same time. She bit down on her lip to keep from laughing at the incredibly lame way she had said it, but that didn't stop it from slipping out just a little.

((Also, my super angsty friends thinks that Jessa should accidentally die in a gang related incident. lmfao. I was like "That would be so sad!" XD))