peculiar || g.blythe [ON HOLD]

5||bakery

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Anne, her friend Cole and I walked down the station on our way into Charlottetown. 

"I'm Belle." I introduced myself to the boy.

"Cole." The boy introduced with a smile and a nod. 

"What are you doing in Charlottetown?" Anne asked. "Also, how are your hands> That teacher had no right or reason to do that yesterday." 

"My hands are fine. I'm just here to send a few letters for my mother-" I explained, but was cut off by Anne.

"You're moving, aren't you?" She gasped.

"I don't know yet. Depending on how the meeting goes tonight, these are just in case." I replied.

"What's Gilbert doing here with you?" Cole asked. 

"Oh, I just bumped into him on the train. He's here to look for his friend, Sebastian." I answered. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Oh... Um... Nothing! Cole's here to see Miss Barry." Anne quickly stammered, which I found very strange.

"I can't believe you hopped a freight, that's so exciting!" I switched the subject. "I might just have to join you on the way home." 

"Well, we better get going. See you." Cole said as he and Anne parted ways from me.

"Bye." I smiled and waved. 

Now I just had to figure out where this post office was.

"Excuse me," I approached a boy around my age, who was a bit taller than me with blonde hair and a wide smile. "do you happen to know where the post office is?" I asked. 

"That way. Beside the tailor." He pointed in a direction behind me, his voice with a small French accent. 

"Thank you so much." I replied with a smile.

"Anytime, belle fille." He replied with a tip of his hat. Did he just call me beautiful? I'm fluent in French and unless I'm somehow mistaken, he just called me beautiful. I began walking away, but he called after me and jogged slightly up to me. "Wait. What's your name, Miss?" 

"Arabella Stacy. Call me Belle." I replied politely with a nod. Why did he want to know my name? I only asked where the post office was. 

"Belle. Your name means beauty. It is fitting, I see." He replied with a lopsided smile. 

"And your name is..." I trailed off. 

"Peter. Peter Campbell." He replied, offering his glove-covered hand out to shake. I took it in my own, shaking it. 

"Lovely to meet you, Peter." I nodded.

"Mind if I join you?" Peter asked politely.

"Not at all." I shrugged.