Perfect

Strange Enough

Alexander remained stunned by the ability of this teen. She weighed more than him visibly and yet he carried her, all the way through the city, unconscious to her home. She eyed him suspiciously.

"Next!" The loud cashier yelled, Alexander spotted an opportunity to spill out more info from Beautiful Boy.

"Do you drink coffee? Milkshake?" She spoke strolling over to the cashier, already pulling out her black card, offering it to her. "One filtered Americano for me and," she glanced at Beautiful Boy, "a hot chocolate for my friend here." The cashier puckered her brows, looked to the side of Alexander and shook her head, typing in. She recounted the order and murmured what sounded like ten-minutes. Once paid, Alexander took her card and gestured Beautiful Boy to follow. And he did, wearing a dull expression.

They walked to the far end of the café; which was much quieter than the other with most of the booths empty. She chose the booth by the window and sat facing Beautiful Boy.

"How did you know that I liked to have...that?" Beautiful Boy spoke, a pitch higher, leaning into the leather seat, his hands on his lap; formally. Alexander surveyed his pale face. She leaned forward, "I saw you looking at the hot chocolate on the large menu with love. I guessed." Beautiful Boy smiled.

"Now my turn, how did you know where I lived?"

His Adam's Apple bobbed, "You told me."

She perked a brow, "I told you. But I was unconscious." Beautiful Boy seemed stuck. He looked anywhere but her eyes. "You were partly awake, after some shaking, you...told me."

"Are you lying to me?"

He grinned suddenly, "Does it matter?"

"Of course it does. You could be a stalker or someone wants to harm, not that I think you will but...no one helps anyone without a reason."

"True. I am not part of the usual crowd.  But I am a helper. I help people. I helped you. I saw you hurt and ill, I helped you, simple," he shrugged, "you told me where to take you, and I did."

"And you bandaged me?"

Beautiful Boy nodded. "I didn't have a heart to leave you bleeding to death."

Alexander was about to open her mouth when a waitress with short uniform and impressive cleavage came and set the beverages on the table. Without a glance at Beautiful Boy, she left. Alexander pushed the mug of hot chocolate with floating mini marshmallows towards the teen. "What's your name?"

"Perfect."

She paused midway sipping on her coffee, "Pardon?"

He was amused, "You heard me, my name is Perfect."

"Like, P E R F E C T? Perfect?" He nodded and she suppressed her giggle. She stuck to the name Beautiful Boy, though Perfect too was applicable to him.

"Unique. So Perfect, what were you doing so late roaming around the dark alley last night?"

Beautiful Boy shrugged, "Taking walk?"

"Uh huh? Where do you live?"

"Nearby."

Alexander acknowledged; mentally scanning the map of Seattle in her head, listing down all the residential areas around the blocks. She looked up and Perfect was gazing, again.

"What?"

"I know where that van went last night."

"Oh?"

She noted that he hadn't touched the mug yet. Oh that he did and she didn't notice because his eyes; it was like they were chameleon, they changed hue. The mauve iris appeared more dark like the black hole of the universe and she felt her eyes pull at towards them.

"It left for Portland three hours after the...tiff you had with the guys there."

"You saw them in Portland?"

"I heard them speak before I came to get you." The crease between his brows was back, his eyes shifted to a light mauve when he finally averted his eyes from her out the window. Her coffee was just a few sips before she finished; she took a second to look somewhere else when she spotted - Frank - at the far, by the entrance. She waved her hand to holler, when Frank did not reciprocate, she excused herself and walked over to him.

"Frank."

"Where were you last night? Some bartender called us to say you found someone. We came and there is not that 'someone' nor you."

"It's a long story, but I finally know where those guys went with the girls. In Portland. They left yesterday."

"Portland?"

Alexander took Frank with her towards the booth where Beautiful Boy was, "There is someone who knows about those guys. He is...a teen? Just ask him about the rest. Perfec-?"

The booth was empty; Beautiful Boy was gone and the mug remained untouched.