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A transatlantic woman’s voice is heard over the hustle and bustle of the Wisconsin city streets,“Fawcett City is now back on the map after making a sudden disappearance fifteen years ago and in just a moment you will hear an account from one of its citizens who was trapped in time—“
Mary Bromfield neé Batson according to their phone call played with the intricate golden band on her left ring finger before tucking her hair behind her ear. Checking the time on her phone for the second time since he’s been standing there outside the diner window.
The black haired teen figures he should put her worries to rest. Entering the establishment he heads directly towards the booth in the back tucking his hands into his ratty red hoodie. “Hi, can I sit?”
Mary jumps into action gesturing to the booth across from her, “of course,” in exclamation before quitting at the notice of the other patrons eyes shooting in our direction, “I took the liberty of ordering for us as well,” a plate of chicken tenders and fries with a dark drink is set out in front of him as he shuffles into the booth placing his bag beside him closest to the wall.
Mary gives him a apprehensive look“I got your favorite or what was—“ he cuts her off placing his hand over hers and giving a squeeze. “Breath mare bear it still is my favorite, you know what I say, ‘you can always judge—‘“
“A new place by their tenders,” the golden brown haired woman finishes with a chuckle.
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“and they tried to change my name”.
Billy near chocked on the last dredge of rootbeer he was slurping up. Once his coughing fit ceased he asked “,to what???”
The woman across from him scrunched up her nose as if smelling something foul at the memory, “Callie.”
Billy starts stacking their plates together at the end of the table for when the busser comes by to take them, “what did you do that got them to change their minds?”
She smirks, “after a few unsuccessful attempts at trying to get me to respond to ‘Callie’”, she says with air quotes, “I told them I was ten not two and that my name was Mary I wouldn’t be changing it”
He laughs and rolls his shoulders, “it could’ve been worse,” she raises a brow at him, “they could’ve tried to change your name to Beatrix” he finishes by putting on a snobbish accent and raising his nose.
Mary rolls her eyes but laughs all the same watching the boy across from her. “I never should’ve told you my adoptive parents are rich.”
He shakes his head before gesturing to her outfit, “I’m sure I would have figured it out.”
“Well if we’re talking about clothes,” bring the attention back to him she nods to the hoodie he’s wearing, “you filled out dad’s quite nicely”.
“Mary I have some things they wanted to give you,” placing a hand on his book bag, “if we had ever found you after the pause”.
“Thank you really but I’m not worried about that,” she rushes out waving her hands as if to bat away her words, “not to be callus but I’m more curious about you right now”.
“Because I’ve been watching the news segments that come out of the area so,” she takes a breath, “what happened to you how did you keep aging when so many others didn’t?”
He pulls his hands from his lap placing them on the table and drawing her attention to them. He lets lightening crackle over his skin. Her eyes widen.
“Oh…”
“Yeah”
“So you’re…”
“Yes I am”
“Okay cool cool cool”
“Are you about to start having a panic attack?”
“No!” She laughs if a bit widely. “Just a bit of a revelation is all, because you know fawcett is weird I figured it was pixies or some shit like that not that you’re,” she lowers her voice leaning forward across the table, “a cape.”