Private Finished Lost Little Angel

He'd blink in surprise when she grabbed his hand, blushing a bit as they walked, it was obvious she didn't mean anything by it but he was bit shy. "I see," he'd say as she explained how she was the only one of her kind built, "you're unique then..well..I think you'd be unique anyways, there's only one of everyone after all."

Once they'd arrived he'd order his food and take his seat at the table with Sasha. "Thank you," he'd say, giving her a grateful smile, "who knows how long I'd have been wandering for if you hadn't helped me." He'd enjoyed looking around the station but that didn't make being lost an enjoyable experience.

"So you're a student?" he'd tilt his head as he spoke, eating a bit of his food. "What grade are you in? You look around my age," he knew physical appearance could be deceiving, he'd grown up in a society of immortals, but her uniform indicated she was a student.

"I had to take cultural classes when I first got here too," it'd been a year ago, but felt like so muc longer, "my home was.....a lot different than the island." So much had happened in the past year, so many changes he hadn't been ready for. "I don't know how similar my classes were but I'd be up for helping if you ever need it."

He'd chuckle a bit, "you'll probably end up being viewed as being older than me," she looked the same age, but it sounded like her mind worked a lot differently. "Guess once you're through culture classes you won't need to go to anymore school."

"What do you plan on doing after school?" he was still figuring that out himself. "I'm looking at college stuff but I'm honestly not sure what I'll do once I graduate high school," he felt like he was floating through life anymore, floating without a purpose.

"It's ok," he'd give her a reassuring smile, "there's plenty of time to figure things out." He'd take a sip of his drink, "like, I'm still figuring things out," the angel would chuckle, "I don't know what I'll do with myself, so we're both still figuring things out, and that's ok."

"A police officer?" he'd ask curiously, "that's good choice, you'd get to help and protect people." He respected the police, they were what his outpost had claimed to be, the police here were true protectors, true defenders.

He'd look at her, tilting his head in thought. "Have you looked at other options though?" he'd ask, a thought hitting him, "you have a lot of choices, don't have to do something just because you were made for it." He was born into a military group, told that fighting was his purpose, now he was finding his own purpose outside of that.

"But....you're not a sandwich," he'd say, tilting his head as he spoke, "a sandwich can't think, can't choose, you can." He'd finish his food, sliding the empty tray and plate to the side.

"People used to always tell me I had a purpose that I was born for, now those people are gone, and I'm finding my own purpose," he'd hum a little in thought, "if you eventually to join the police do it because you think you'll enjoy it, not because someone says it's your only purpose."

Finishing his soda, he'd give her an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I probably said to much," he was actually really surprised with himself, he was usually so quiet and not at all forward. "I'm usually not like that," he'd say, setting his now empty cup to the side.

He'd hum in thought, "I don't know if someone can teach another to enjoy something," he'd look at her, "you do things and eventually you'll find that you enjoy some of them." He was sure she'd find things to enjoy if she tried things.

"So we could find some things to do together," he'd give her a smile, "not just here in the station, but on the island too." He'd gather his empty tray and trash up, "especially since the holidays are coming up, the city is all busy, so lots to see and do."

Standing he'd dispose of his trash and return the tray before walking back to her. "School's out so I'm free when I'm not working, so I can take you to the city if you'd like," running around with her did sound fun.