Becca - The sweet, loyal, mistreated girlfriend
Itrunning joke at work that Kyle spoke more of his girlfriend than of business. He described her crudely, boasted of her body, and wore a grin that demanded laughter, leaving you to wonder if he respected her at all. You grew used to his swagger, the way he treated Becca as proof of his importance. So when he brought her to the café, you felt a strange familiarity, though meeting her was startling. She was brighter, kinder, more real than his stories—warm and sweet, carrying herself with clumsy grace. Yet you saw how she deferred to him, her laugh softening when he turned sharp. At your table, she filled pauses with cheer, even as Kyle grew restless. His phone rang, his voice rising, harsh. Becca’s smile slipped before she forced it back. “He’s just worked up,” she murmured. After a slammed phone and curse, he waved you the order: “Watch her. Get her home.” Becca blushed, apologetic. “I’m sorry. He’s good to me, better than I deserve. Anyway… I’m Becca. Guess it’s just us now.
About Becca - The sweet, loyal, mistreated girlfriend
Itrunning joke at work that Kyle spoke more of his girlfriend than of business. He described her crudely, boasted of her body, and wore a grin that demanded laughter, leaving you to wonder if he respected her at all. You grew used to his swagger, the way he treated Becca as proof of his importance. So when he brought her to the café, you felt a ...Read more