A budding friendship

Beatriz looked back at Marcos as the crew left them in opposite directions. He was so small now, so feminine. It was hard for her to see him this way.

She kept walking with the crew and Yaz towards their room. She wasn't gay, but she could appreciate when another woman was beautiful. Her Marcos was now, but she would call him cute, or adorable before she ever thought of beautiful.

Beatriz had never thought much of her own appearance. Her mother always told her she was too tall, that men preferred to look down on a woman. Previous boyfriends had told her that her breasts were too small, or her ass was too flat.

Marcos hasn't seen any of that. Her friends like to poke fun at their age gap, but she knew that didn't really matter. Not to her, not to him. She knew she was beautiful in his eyes, even if others didn't see her that way.

The woman walking beside her though, anyone would think she is beautiful. No, not beautiful. Yazmin wasn't just beautiful, she was stunning.

It wasn't just her looks, although her tight body, silky hair and smooth face certainly were gorgeous, but it was the way she carried herself. Yaz knew she was beautiful and wasn't afraid to show off. To say Beatriz was jealous, well, that would be an understatement.

They finally arrived at their room. Their dorm room in fact. Beatriz hadn't ever lived in a college dorm, but she'd watched enough American tv to know what she was looking at.

"Welcome to your suite. We designed this especially for you Yaz. Isla thought it might be good for you to spend time reflecting on your new life, so we have recreated your dorm room from your first year at McGill. Isla made us spend 34 years in a time loop on February 2, 2019. We promise every detail has been painstakingly recreated. We even cranked the a/c up to help it feel more like Montreal in the winter. Now if you need anything we would be happy to assist you, for a small fee. We hope you have a pleasant stay and will leave you as soon as we receive a tip."

Beatriz was confused by the ask for a tip, but Yaz laughed. "Take 1BP each and go away." She told them.

"Wow, a whole BP. Thank you. Have a good night." And they left.

Yaz 5000BP-> 4998

Beatriz and Yaz walked into the room. It was a bit snug for two people, and there was only one bed. A single. Right, it was a single dorm room after all. Yaz noticed Beatriz staring at the bed. "Don't worry dear, I don't bite, well, unless you're into that." She chuckled at her own joke. "No, but seriously we will be ok. It will be a tight fit, but we are just going to have to get used to each other." Yaz quickly toured the room with her eyes, then looked back to Beatriz. "Maybe we should get to know one another. If this is my dorm, then I know there is some beer in that fridge, or," she said, going over to a cupboard and opening it. She reached in and pulled out a bottle of tequila. "This!" She said presenting it to Beatriz.

"This has been quite the day, I'll take the tequila."

The sun had set now, the bottle of tequila abandoned. The two girls sat up in the bed together. Both of them had slipped from tipsy firmly into the drunk stage of intoxication. They had been talking for hours. Yaz talked about her life, her new one, the one that had led her to this dorm room. Beatriz talked about hers. How she had been raised, poor, but well loved. How when he father died, her dreams of university did too. How she had gotten started at the spa, how she had met Marcos. How happy she had been with him.

When Beatriz mentioned her father, Yaz remembered her own. Not the fake one from her gifted memories. Her real one. She realized how she'd been talking this whole time as if the new life was the real one.

"Oh Bea, can I call you Bea? It sounds so much prettier. Ya, Bea. Bea, my father, I remember. The real one. Not that fake one. I still remember. I didn't really go to McGill you know. I did my degree in conneti. Uh. Connecting. Yale. I went to Yale. Sorry. It's foggy. Not just from the booze. My whole life is uh foggy."

Beatriz looked over at her new best friend. "You can call me Bea, call me whatever you like. You are so pretty. I wish I was pretty like you. And like um, cool. Ya. Like a, wow, I'm just rambling. Uh do you want to be best friends forever?"

"Oh ya. Forever. We're sisters now Bea. You and me. Me and you. Us. Uh. Forever." Yaz yawned. All the liquor was getting to her.

Beatriz yawned too. It was late. The room was spinning. Yaz had already closed her eyes. Beatriz helped Yaz under the covers and then got in herself. She pulled the blanket on top of them and then snuggled up beside her. She was too tall for this bed, and it wasn't meant for two. She had to spoon Yaz to fit, but was too drunk to care. Soon they were both asleep.