People don't normally see you for career counseling.
Especially not Violet Hunter. But John wouldn't know that. No. John doesn't know the girl, more interested in chattering on than realising anything going on around her. So stupid and blind. Unaware that her first boyfriend had three other girlfriends, one at the very same school. Oblivious to her mother's affair. She knew all the petty little dramas, took on every 'lost' soul. More than a few had taken advantage of that. Lied to her. ...Stupid. But in a way that only hurt her. And she never even got angry when someone told her, when someone painted it so clearly. She always had excuses, explanations. She refused to see the truth. But she never got angry.
"Hm? What? Of course." He hadn't been listening, and he didn't care that he hadn't been listening. His mental analysis of the type of person who Violet was turned to what she could want.
If she was talking to him about a job, she might just be wanting to gossip. But a girl like Violet would have women to talk to, a whole circle to flit and chatter with. To bring it to him... She must at least think there was something intriguing about it. Something unusual. He looked at the email again. No hint of suspicion or foul play or fear. Just... Violet being Violet. Unless she had changed drastically.
And people didn't do that.
"You'll like her," he finally said. "Quite your sort. Really, might be another girlfriend, though I don't really think that would be a good idea. Draining, more than anything. You've had quite enough of that, I think."
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Especially not Violet Hunter. But John wouldn't know that. No. John doesn't know the girl, more interested in chattering on than realising anything going on around her. So stupid and blind. Unaware that her first boyfriend had three other girlfriends, one at the very same school. Oblivious to her mother's affair. She knew all the petty little dramas, took on every 'lost' soul. More than a few had taken advantage of that. Lied to her. ...Stupid. But in a way that only hurt her. And she never even got angry when someone told her, when someone painted it so clearly. She always had excuses, explanations. She refused to see the truth. But she never got angry.
"Hm? What? Of course." He hadn't been listening, and he didn't care that he hadn't been listening. His mental analysis of the type of person who Violet was turned to what she could want.
If she was talking to him about a job, she might just be wanting to gossip. But a girl like Violet would have women to talk to, a whole circle to flit and chatter with. To bring it to him... She must at least think there was something intriguing about it. Something unusual. He looked at the email again. No hint of suspicion or foul play or fear. Just... Violet being Violet. Unless she had changed drastically.
And people didn't do that.
"You'll like her," he finally said. "Quite your sort. Really, might be another girlfriend, though I don't really think that would be a good idea. Draining, more than anything. You've had quite enough of that, I think."