New Beginnings Extract Taylor was the first to start a conversation, she was nonchalantly talking to me, but it seemed as though she wanted to know more about me. ‘I happened to realize you know, you seem to be one of those who fancy women.’ Léa tensed just a little, gaze shifting to Taylor’s features, as to look for any sign of disapproval. “I—” “Anyways, I am,” Léa replied in an equally quiet but firm tone of voice. “I prefer them to men.” Taylor moved closer, she looked her directly in the eye and whispered slyly. “Really? Which type do you like?” Taken aback by the shift in attitude Léa simply frowned and arched her eyebrows. “What kind of question is that?” she replied, but there was a slight hint of red coloration creeping up her neck from embarrassment. “I don’t know... women, I guess. ‘It is really great, fantastic, that women, um, have such power in ICM, and I don’t know, the more, the females, the better...’ Taylor laughed outright, the humor in her almost provoking. I am, however, expecting a more elaborate response and so here goes the question anyway. I was still under the impression that you had a type remember? dark hair, tall, looks mysterious… Behind a smirk, Léa said nothing — or rather, everything: ‘How can you be so sure? “I had interacted closely with quite a number of girls when I was in middle school,” she explained, as she twisted the wine mug round with her fingers. But... you know, the main reason can be said I have never been able to speak about it, to embrace my homosexual orientation – in fact, I never even realized that I was in this category – because I come from a very traditional, conservative family.
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Taylor was the first to start a conversation, she was nonchalantly talking to me, but it seemed as though she wanted to know more about me. ‘I happened to realize you know, you seem to be one of those who fancy women.’
Léa tensed just a little, gaze shifting to Taylor’s features, as to look for any sign of disapproval. “I—”
“Anyways, I am,” Léa replied in an equally quiet but firm tone of voice. “I prefer them to men.”
Taylor moved closer, she looked her directly in the eye and whispered slyly. “Really? Which type do you like?”
Taken aback by the shift in attitude Léa simply frowned and arched her eyebrows. “What kind of question is that?” she replied, but there was a slight hint of red coloration creeping up her neck from embarrassment. “I don’t know... women, I guess.
‘It is really great, fantastic, that women, um, have such power in ICM, and I don’t know, the more, the females, the better...’
Taylor laughed outright, the humor in her almost provoking. I am, however, expecting a more elaborate response and so here goes the question anyway. I was still under the impression that you had a type remember? dark hair, tall, looks mysterious…
Behind a smirk, Léa said nothing — or rather, everything: ‘How can you be so sure?
“I had interacted closely with quite a number of girls when I was in middle school,” she explained, as she twisted the wine mug round with her fingers. But... you know, the main reason can be said I have never been able to speak about it, to embrace my homosexual orientation – in fact, I never even realized that I was in this category – because I come from a very traditional, conservative family.