Isiah lead the mysterious girl to a nearby coffee shop. It was rare for him to see more Angelicas apart from those he already knew. He didn't really want to give his life story away to a stranger, but he needed her to trust him, and to get a vague idea of why she's an Angelica.
They sat down at a table near the back, so they're wouldn't be too much suspicion. During the time of their landing, both pairs of wings folded up back into their shoulders. The girl ordered a blueberry scone, and he ordered a slice of strawberry cheesecake. After they took their food back to their table, she looked at Isiah, looking wildly into his eyes, searching for something. He realized that she was looking for: deception.
"So..." Her eyes drifted away.
"Well, I guess I have to tell you now that I brought you here, don't I?"
"Not if you don't want to..." She glanced at him before staring at her hands.
"I need you to trust me, so I will. But first, I need to know your name."
" I already told you, its Delilah." She rolled her eyes.
"Okay, so...I grew up in New York City. In an apartment, so I had to live there with my alcoholic parents. They would beat me and my three little siblings. They would get angry at me for shielding my little sisters, and give me extra whacks. Then, they got really mad at my littlest sister for breaking one of their beer bottles, they were so angry, they beat her so hard...she died at the age of eight because of them!" At this point Isiah's voice was rising steadily. It was still a touchy subject, since it happened only three months ago. "They took my other sisters to a foster home, they left me with my parents because they figured I could hold on until I'm eighteen. I turn next week." He pauses for a moment to let everything sink in. " So, now you know everything. Would you share your story with me?" He smiled as best he could, hoping to win her over.
"In time, yes, I will tell you. But it's a sensitive topic currently, since my bad ending was yesterday."
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