Different RPs

"It was an alright day..How was yours?"

"Your friend is nice." He paused. "Um, what do you want to drink? I'll get it for us."

"Yes....she is." She smiled. "A chai would be nice."

James realized he hadn't answered her earlier question. "Other than PE it was great. Coach is a slave driver." He grinned

at her. "Chai sounds great. I'll be right back." He rose and went to get the drinks, leaving his sketch tablet on the

table.

"Sounds like Professor Natasha!" She nodded and glanced at his sketch pad

On the page that was open there were different flowers circling a detailed capital R. Vines formed the R making it look

very much like an insignia.

James nodded to himself as he stood in line. Perhaps his coach and professor Natasha got together to compare notes. It

didn't take him long to reach the counter where he ordered two chais.

Rana was amazed. He really was talented.

"Here you go," James said as he came back to the table. He'd seen her looking at his sketch book and he was nervous for her

reaction. "One chai." He set it down by her then sat across. "So..."

"Thank you," she said. "You are talented.

James turned a fainter shade of red. "Thanks. You are too. I mean, I haven't seen you dance, but no one gets a solo in

professor Natasha's class unless they are."

Rana blushed."Um thanks."

"So, I was wondering...are you still going to be modelling?"

"I have to...I don't really have a choice...at least right now..."

James tilted his head. "Didn't you like it?" he asked softly.

"Yeah..I'm just shy,.." she replied.

"Oh," James said. He looked down at the chai that he was cupping with both hands. "What did you mean you have to?" He

glanced back up at her. "The models are volunteers."

Rana sighed. "I lot my scholarship. The jerks don't seem to care that the only reason I've missed so much class was to deal

with a funeral and.." She buried her face in her hands.

James' jaw dropped open. "They can't do that!" he said, his voice raising a little in anger. "Hey, don't cry, I'm sorry,

I've brought up bad memories." He reached across and touched the back of her hand with one finger. "Rana?" He looked around

and saw people around them were looking their way. He rose and moved to the same side as her to block her from their view.

Rana looked and tears fell from her eyes. "I miss him...."

"Boyfriend?" James ventured carefully. He was captured by her tears. He pressed his lips together and lifted a hand to wipe

some of her tears away.

Rana shook her head. "Father; I'm an orphan now.He was in a car wreck I lost my mother when I was very young"

"And he was your source of support as well," James said in understanding. "Rana, I'm so sorry."

"He was everything to me." she said, looking down.

"I'm sure he loved you very much," James said. "So, you are modelling to help with your income?"

"Yes, to pay for my classes...what my scholarship had been covering...

"You can do private modelling too," James said. "And student teach as well." He was suddenly getting barraged with ideas of

how she could earn more to help her stay at school. "You aren't leaving school are you?"

"No...I'm not...I don't want to leave school."

"Oh, good," James said. "We'll figure something out, I promise."

James smiled at her. "Your chai is getting cold," he said gently.