Phin
The best part of my day had just walked out of the café. I wasn't sure when I'd see Elizabeth Baxter again, and the loneliness hit me hard. Stacy gave me some cleanup work, which got me twenty dollars, some lunch, and some conversation from patrons. In the afternoon, I headed to the library to do some research on Elizabeth Baxter, and it provided a warm place to spend the rest of the day.
I sat down at one of the computer terminals and Googled the words Elizabeth Baxter, charity, and San Francisco. The first search that immediately popped up was her work at the charity. She'd been responsible for helping raise millions of dollars that helped the homeless and runaway kids in the city. All of a sudden, I knew that this woman could help me. I wasn't sure how, but it gave me the hope I'd been missing since I'd left Duke's.
My curiosity got the best of me as I kept clicking into her history. She had a Facebook page, but she didn't update it very often, so there weren't too many embarrassing photos or information. She didn't have an embarrassing number of friends or lack of them. Elizabeth Baxter seemed like any other woman from her online profile. I didn't have a Facebook page anymore, which made me sad to think she couldn't stalk me. I'd closed it down the day I left home and never looked back. There was no point now in reading about friends I no longer saw doing things that were no longer my life. I'd stopped dwelling on the past and thought about the future. Thinking about Elizabeth made me smile, and I hadn't done that in a long time.
Telling her I was homeless wasn't the way to go. I didn't want her pity; I wanted to get to know her and maybe spend time with her. She was older than me; she was probably used to serious guys with jobs and potential. I could give her so much when I got my inheritance, but now I would be one of her charity cases. I am not the spoiled kid from Atherton anymore, and I am no one's charity case. My biggest concern was Elizabeth possibly contacting my parents, thinking she was helping me.
Sitting here now contemplating all the consequences, I didn't care. I was determined to see Elizabeth Baxter again. The threat of losing my inheritance or her contacting my parents would’t stop me.