(Yes, I am starting a new story! Funnily enough, the idea for this story came from this weird ass dream I had the night before I wrote it. So, the point here is – my subconscious is weird, but can be surprisingly useful! I never would've thought of this without that dream. In the earlier letters, the spelling is wrong in places. That's because they were just young kids!

I've had a pretty awful week, and just this Friday I was sent to isolation for the first time for using my phone to text my dad in a bathroom to say I needed lunch money. I cried almost all day, it was honestly one of the worst experiences I've had. I was among older boys who had been sent to isolation because they had sworn at a teacher, or flipped a table or something, and they kept snickering at me and giving me weird looks because I was doing what I was meant to be doing – reading. Thank goodness my reading book was Divergent. I spent the moments I wasn't crying thinking up this story and enjoying the canon one in front of me. I will continue Faction High, but I really want to try something original like this.

My focus is on this story, rather than Faction High, but there is not much between them. Next upload will be this story, and the one after that will be Faction High.

I am also British, but I know the majority of readers are American, so I made it so they start writing at 5 or 6? That's when you start kindergarten right? We start pre-school at 3 or 4, but I did my best! This chapter is Tris explaining the letters from when they were little kids until present day when she is in her early 20s. Hope you enjoy this story!)

August 2001

I was only 5 when I received the first letter. My parents were good friends with my Dad's boss, Marcus. When I was 5, my Mom gave me a letter that was addressed to me. Being 5, my only priorities were my brother Caleb, cookies with milk and my Nintendo console. They kind of still are my priorities, but when the first letter arrived, it was like it went straight to the top of my list.

When this letter arrived, I remember my Mom handing it to me and sitting next to me and Caleb on the couch to read it to me. She was laughing quite a bit, but I wasn't really paying attention to her. I was too busy focusing on how overjoyed I was that somebody had spent time writing a letter to me, just me. Not all of us, or me and Caleb, just me.

The writing was all squiggly, but I could read it well enough. My Mom told me it had come from Marcus and Evelyn's son, Tobias. Apparently, he was in kindergarten and started writing recently, and Evelyn thought it would be sweet if he wrote me a letter. I opened the envelope with care, cautious to not rip it. I was only 5, but I could read a lot of the words myself. I was starting kindergarten too in a few weeks.

Deer Beatrice,

Hi. My name is Tobias. I can rite now! Do you like cookies?

From Tobias

That's all it said, and the spelling wasn't perfect, but I was enthralled. I immediately wanted to know what to do with the letter, but I slid it back in the envelope and took it to my room, sliding it in the space between my bed frame and mattress. I kept that space for very important things, things that are very special to me. The only other thing in there was a picture of me and Caleb as babies, but this definitely made the cut.

I raced back down the stairs to my mom, jumping up and down, squealing. She laughed loudly at this and sat me down at the kitchen table, showing me how to reply to the letter. I spent ages making sure all the letters were neat and legible. After a while, my Mom started making dinner, but I kept at my letter on my own, folding it neatly and sliding it into the envelope, then licking it closed and addressing it.

Dear Tobias,

I love cookies! Thank you for writing to me.

From Beatrice :)

I even added a smiley face to show my gratitude. I handed it to my mom and she beamed at me. I still don't know exactly what she was smiling so widely for. Maybe because I made a friend, or maybe because I had written a letter with such enthusiasm. She told me she would mail it to Tobias, but I wasn't happy with that. I wanted to see it got there without interruption. She smiled at me once again and told me we could walk to their house and put it in their mail box after dinner. I was very impatient for the next hour. I wolfed down my dinner, to which my Mom and Caleb just laughed. My Dad looked very confused at first, but Caleb explained everything, and my Dad just gave my mom a look I didn't recognise at the time.

I was finished a lot sooner than everyone else, so I just sat their impatiently until my mom finished. My mind started to wander, wondering what Tobias looked like, what their house looked like, what he would think of my letter etc.

After what felt like an eternity, my Mom finally steps up with the letter and leads me to the door. I clutched my letter in my hand like it was my lifeline, my other holding my Mom's. We walked along the identical houses for a little while, until my mom let go of my hand and pointed to one of the houses with a smile. I beamed and ran forward, opening the mailbox with the wooden handle and popping my letter in. While sliding the shutter down, my eyes drifted up to a boy a little older than me looking out of a window on the upper floor. He had dark hair, and was wearing a grey hoodie, when we made eye contact, he smiled widely. I waved a little with my hand and smiled back, before turning to my mom with a smile.

She took my hand once more and we walked off home, content my letter had been delivered.

September 2001

Tobias and I wrote a total of 5 letters each for the next month. Each letter had me reading intently, learning more about him, and getting closer to my best friend. We still hadn't met yet, and that was because of one reason - our parents had fallen out. Or at least our fathers. From what I knew, our mothers still keep in touch to this day, but we had moved away at the end of August to Orlando, miles away from Chicago.

Yet, we still kept writing. The subjects of the letters were completely random, going from cookies and pencils to trainers and our school friends. My Dad clearly didn't want me writing to him, but Mom firmly told him it was perfectly fine, and I would very anyways if he tried to stop me. So, the letters continued.

January 2003

We had never stopped writing for 2 years, and yet we never ran out of things to talk about. Tobias was 8 and I was 6 at this point, but we still remained best friends. I even told him that once, saying he was the best friend I had. He had his own friends now, who I learned a bit about, and I had Christina and Will, but we still never could forget each other. Everyday I'd check the mail-box on my way home from 1st and 2nd grade to see if he had written me a letter, and most days he had. it became a routine, me checking the mail box, reading his letter 2 or 3 times, then writing a reply, sending it, and putting the letter under my mattress. It was a routine I cherished in every way possible.

September 2007

Our letters had gotten much longer and more complex. Tobias was about to start high school, as was Caleb, and it worried me greatly. I was absolutely terrified that Tobias and Caleb would forget about me, and cried about it for days, until Tobias wrote me a touching letter.

Dear Beatrice,

Don't you think for a minute that I will forget about you. I can't go 5 minutes without thinking about you and our letters, and although I'll make new friends and meet new people, you will always be my best friend. Our letters will only get longer, I promise. Caleb won't forget you either, but to be honest with you, you'll still see him every day. I'm still not over the fact he called our letters lame. LAME! I know for fact you just laughed at that. I wish I had heard you laugh in real life, but those smartphone thingys are so damn expensive. I'm sending a picture of myself with this letter, so you know what I look like now. You better send one back because I'm DYING to know what you look like.

From Tobias

I cried while reading the entire thing. It completely set my mind at ease. I still have no idea how he does that, how he can calm me with some simple words. He did send a picture, of him and his close friend Zeke outside the paintball place he always talks about. He looks happy in the picture, smiling widely, a paintball gun strapped across his front. His eyes are dark blue. I've never seen eyes like that before, and I haven't seen a single dark blue eyed-person to this day. His jawbone and cheekbone are sharp, but his lightly tan skin stretches over them expertly. I can even see faint freckles on his nose. I decided not to put that letter in my mattress, no, I decided to frame it. I used an empty white photo frame my Mom had left in my room for on my bedside table and slid the photo into it. It never moved for 10 years.

October 2007

After I sent Tobias a picture of myself, he was quick to reply.

{Dear Tris,

You're absolutely beautiful. I mean it, you are stunning. Shame we can't see each other in real life, I really wanna go see The Simpsons Movie with you. We both love that show, and the one time they make a movie we're miles away from each other. Please go and see it so we can talk about it later! I'm absolutely exhausted with Zeke at the moment. This random girl Myra is like the only thing he talks about. All day long 24/7 it's just Myra this and Myra that. I'm not jealous or angry or anything, I just wish he'd talk about something else. Especially since he keeps asking me for advice and when I give him sound, solid advice to just man up and ask her out, he tells me I'm being stupid. Sometimes he can be really dumb. Was Christina like this before she dated Will? And our friend Shauna won't shut up about how much she hates Myra. She's as bad as Zeke is! Our conversations are just like:

Zeke: Myra is so gorgeous-

Shauna: Are you kidding me? She's so damn fake! Have you seen how much make-up she wears?! God, Zeke, are you BLIND?!

Zeke: Shauna! Why do you hate her so much?!

Me: *Leaves the table*

You know what I'm talking about, right?

-Tobias}

I felt honoured that he would tell me these kind of things, like what his friends are going through and his honest feelings about them.

Dear Tobias,

Christina and Will were just like that! They can't see sense for all their emotions, and I can see why Shauna hates Myra so much. If I were in your school, I'd probably hate her too, I just can't stand people like that. She'd probably just see Zeke as another boy to play with, just another thing to snog, which he doesn't deserve. If they do go out, and you think she is just playing with him, tell him that. He probably won't listen to you, but at least you'll have tried. Try telling Uriah or their mom, you know, get backup with it. And yes, I will 100% go and see the Simpsons Movie, and probably give you a whole rant about it. I was cry laughing at your last letter, I can totally imagine that happening! I hope there isn't that much drama when I start high school, but with Christina, Will, Al and Marlene? It's basically guaranteed. Love ya,

-Beatrice

May 2009

My first year of high school was...interesting. My emotions went from hysterical laughter to hysterical sobs. My best friends, Al, Will, Christina and Marlene were by my side the entire time, mostly so we wouldn't be alone in corridors with the older kids. We also had a... talk. A class full of awkward giggles, blushes, and cringes. I was completely out of my comfort zone, and though nothing happened to me specifically, I was still feeling mortified. I knew the moment I got home I would have to write to Tobias, but for the first time in 8 years, I didn't know what to say. Would he think I'm weird? What would he say? What if he finds this just as embarrassing as I do and doesn't want to talk about it?

I shook the thoughts away and focused on writing the letter, telling him everything on my mind. I'd been doing that for a while, and Tobias was always writing back detailed, kind advice, which almost always resolved everything.

Dear Tobias,

I'm completely mortified. We had this "talk" in school today and I just want to crawl into a hole and die. I just thought babies happened when you kissed a lot, not THAT going there…and it's just really scary. I probably sound ridiculous and awkward, but you're the only person who I can really tell about this. You had this talk when you were my age right? I'm just a bit shocked, I have no idea what do about this, or what I should think or if I should get a boyfriend? Will and Christina are dating, and although they blushed and giggled a lot, they didn't seem as bothered as I did! Am I normal? I'm really scared Tobias. Write back!

Love ya,

-Beatrice

I emptied my gut into that letter, and the moment I did I felt exposed and wanted to crumple it up and set it on fire, so nobody would know how scared I was about the idea of sex. How much it daunted me. Now I just had to post it and wait for Tobias' answer.

June 2009

His reply to that embarrassing plea for help came back in 3 days, which is fast for our standards seeing as we live so far apart. I read it with shaky hands, constantly turning my head around to make sure nobody was watching me or reading the letter from over my shoulder.

Dear Beatrice,

You have nothing to be scared about, and yeah, I got the same talk a few years ago. It's pretty embarrassing, yeah, but it's completely natural and you have nothing to worry about. And you don't need a boyfriend unless you want one. It isn't a social requirement. If you like somebody like that, and they like you back, then just see what happens. And sex can be scary, so don't think you aren't normal. You know you can talk to me whenever you want Tris, I won't judge you. We're surviving high school together, just hundreds of miles apart, right?

-Tobias

Just another example of how he's always been there for me. Those specific letters I made sure to keep tabs on, making sure nobody ever found them. Aside from my family, nobody really knew about the letters. My close friends knew I had a best friend who I had never met, but they didn't know much about Tobias. I didn't want to brag, it isn't like he was all mine. He was my best friend, yes, but not my property or bragging rights. He was just another part of my life, no matter how much he mattered to me.

November 2010

Dear Tobias,

Do you remember when you told me that if I liked somebody as more than a friend, I should tell them? Well, I really like this boy in my class, Peter. Please don't tell anybody, I'm really nervous about it. He's like, a rebel, but in a hot way. Like, he has tattoos, a leather jacket…He's mean to me quite often, but my Mom says that's his way of saying he likes me. I'm going to tell him this Friday. I really, really like him Tobias, like, I've never liked somebody this way this much. If he says yes, then I'll have no idea what to do, and if he says no, then I'll be heartbroken. I'm really chancing this, but Christina says I should just go for it. I had to tell you first before I asked him though, I just had to. Wish me luck! Love ya,

-Tris

Everybody called me Tris now. It was more of a name than a nickname, though Caleb still called me Beatrice. I was just Tris now to everybody else, and it was like I was becoming myself. Of course, it was Tobias' idea, telling me Beatrice sounded too long for me. I entirely agreed, but I didn't want to hurt my parents' feelings by rejecting the name they gave me. I went with Tris, but my Dad and Caleb still had a tough time remembering it. I was growing more and more nervous every day that went by this week, my mind stewing over Peter Hayes. Tobias' weariness in his letter was expected. I know he struggles with trusting people, but he wasn't possessive over me.

Dear Tris,

I was NOT expecting that. He sounds kinda rough, but if you like him, go for it, but don't become dense. If you end up dating, make sure the relationship is healthy and he doesn't make you uncomfortable or upset. A lot of guys are doing that to girls in my year, and I presume yours too. Trying to make them lose their virginities and shit, and most of them just do it, not wanting to "disappoint" or whatever. It's always your choice Tris. If he says no, just be cool and say "OK, no hard feelings." Don't get upset over it, just take it in your stride. He might turn out to be a complete asshole, but I trust your judgement. Good luck Tris.

-Tobias

I was thankful for his advice. It just made me feel like there was another person behind me, another person who actually cared. I did ask Peter out that Friday. To my surprise, he actually said yes. I suppose I was just expecting the worst. I told Tobias that. He was happy for me, but I think deep down, he was scared I would stop writing. I couldn't.

December 2014

Peter and I dated for 4 years after that. I wasted the ages 14-18 with that asshole. He was just like Tobias said, rough as the roads. He never bought me flowers, or held the door open for me, or bought me popcorn at the movies or anything. I stuck with it all that time, because I just thought we were a normal couple with flaws. What I didn't see until I was about 16, was that we were not like Will and Christina. They respected each other, cared about each other, and looked genuinely happy together. Peter always looked bored whenever he was with me. Like he was just waiting for me to say something, so he could run up to the next girl with big boobs and ombre hair.

I wrote about 15 letters to Tobias while in tears about Peter. One in particular stood out in my mind. I'd never minded clubbing and parties, I actually kind of liked them, but this one time was the stuff of nightmares. I'd gone with Peter, Will and Christina about a month after my 18th birthday. At about 12, Christina was getting pretty drunk, so Will took her home. I hadn't had anything to drink that night, so I was totally aware of everything going on. Peter, however, was not drunk, but he was tipsy and was definitely on the edge of being drunk.

I told him that I would drive, which I did, but as soon as we pulled up at his place, so I could get the bus home, he pulled me into the backseat. He'd always been strong and muscular, so he easily overpowered me. I tried pushing him off me, but he was insistent. He kept kissing me sloppily, trying to pull my dress off my shoulders . I knew exactly what he was doing. He'd been angry about it for the best part of 2 years, constantly pressuring me to have sex with him, but I never had because I promised myself I wouldn't until I was 21. I did the first thing that came to mind, slapped him in the face and kneed him in the balls. He groaned in pain and rolled off me, so I jumped out the car and ran, tugging my heels off my feet and running barefoot to the bus stop. After 10 minutes in the freezing air, the bus finally pulled up. The bald bus driver looked at me sympathetically as the tears started streaming down my face, and he let me ride free. I'm still thankful he did. I left my purse in Will's car when I went to have Christina do my eyeliner.

The next morning, I wrote to Tobias. I was asking him what to do, yes, but I already knew what I was going to do.

Dear Tobias,

I'm breaking up with Peter. I've just had enough of him ignoring me and not paying attention to me, and last night he tried to drunkenly force me into sex. It was an absolute nightmare, Will had to take Christina home because she was getting a bit drunk, and I was left alone with Peter. I left my phone in my purse, which I left in Will's car. I had to run down the street barefoot too because I couldn't run in my heels, and Peter was drunkenly following me down the street. The bus driver let me ride free, thank God. You'll be pleased to know I did knee him in the crotch, so it wasn't ALL bad. As soon as I send this letter I'm texting him to say it's over. You've been trying to get me to see sense for years and I didn't listen, I'm so sorry Tobias. It's times like this I wish you were nearby, but I don't care, as long as you can talk to me. I'm sending another picture of me with this letter. We haven't sent new pictures in almost 3 years! Send one back! Love ya,

Peter-free Tris

I took a selfie with my iPhone 5, before sending it to my Dad's printer. I cut it out and slid it into the white envelope, before posting it. When I got back, I text Peter.

Tris: What you did last night was the last straw. I'm done with whatever this is. Don't talk to me ever again, you disgusting asshole.

Peter: You're so pathetic! I was bored of you the day you asked me out, you filthy slut.

I blocked his number after that. I was hurt a lot, and it took me a few weeks to get over it, but I was mostly over him before we broke up anyways. It was on my mind, it just took that night to light the fuse. I had actually been attracted to somebody else since I was 16, despite how much I told myself I wasn't, and I couldn't be…Tobias.

Ever since he sent me a letter explaining his parents divorce, I wanted to find him and hug him and… kiss him. I don't know where the thought came from, but the moment I had it, I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss that full lower lip and spare upper one. And I decided I liked it. Maybe more than I should've. Ever since then, I've just been feeling like Peter is just a friend. Nothing more. That Tobias is who I should've been with for 4 years. But he wasn't, it hurt like hell knowing I'd probably never meet him. That he would remain miles away from me, no matter how much I dreamed, daydreamed and prayed he would just show up and kiss me, love me, hold hands with me…but back then, I thought I would never go to Chicago in my life. I'd always thought he was handsome, much more than Peter, but when I looked at his picture again at 16, it finally clicked that I'd fallen in love with him. Him and his kind, wise words, how much he genuinely cared and always supported me. I never told a soul. I couldn't, because if I did, it would be blatantly acknowledging the fact, which I didn't want to do. Unlike when I was asking out Peter, I couldn't take the risk. I couldn't risk losing my best friend for an unlikely shot at a long-distance relationship.

So, I kept it to myself.

Caleb actually went to Peter's house the day after I dumped him, after I told my family what happened. My Dad almost went too, but he had enough sense to control his anger. When Caleb finally came home, he looked quite pleased with himself. Turns out he'd giving Peter a punch to the nose and left. I'll always be proud of him for that.

August 2018

A few weeks ago, I'd been offered a high paying job as a PA, to one of the main managers of the Digital Security Department of Dauntless Police. I wouldn't have taken the job, but I've always wanted a job like that, but as the manager, not the PA.

Dauntless is the name given for the Police Department in Chicago. The manager of the Digital Security Department and his team are responsible for murders and missing person cases and using CCTV to solve them. The kind of work I'd be around was tempting, as was the pay, but I knew I couldn't leave my family behind. That was until the penny finally dropped and I realised if I took the job, I'd be in the same city as Christina, Will and Tobias. As soon as the thought went through my head, I marched into the kitchen and announced to my parents I'd be taking the job. They were proud of me, very proud, but I think they were hoping I wouldn't take it. It felt awful moving so far away from them, but I had to. I'd be in the same city as Tobias.

September 14th, 2018

Even though we both got phones years ago, we're yet to send more than a few texts. The call costs would be massive if we called too, because I know once we got started talking to each other, we'd never shut up. The call would last hours. I still rang him on his birthday, and on Christmas, but not much more on phones.

So, we kept writing letters. It cost me an extra $30 to bring a case filled with every single letter he'd written me onto the plane, but it was well worth it. I've already brought 2 massive ones that I've checked in, as well as my carry-on handbag, which was stuffed with letters anyways. I just needed them with me. The plane has just landed in Chicago, the city I was born in. The 3 hours I spent on the plane feel like mere minutes now. As soon as I'd collected my 2 massive cases on a trolley, as well as my carry-on case and handbag, I started pushing the heavy load towards the taxi I was supposed to take to my new apartment. The driver got out to help me with my cases and handed me my dolly trolley case and hand bag for the backseat. While he was closing the trunk, I decided to text Tobias.

Tris: Took the job! Guess where I've just landed in?

Tobias: I knew you would take it! California? You've always wanted to go there.

Tris: Nope. I couldn't move that far away from home. It does begin with a C though.

Tobias: Colorado? Canada?

Tris: That's even further away from home silly! No, I'm just pulling away from Chicago airport as we speak.

It took him a solid 5 minutes to respond as I made small talk with the driver. I was expecting a massive paragraph of text, but I got only a few words.

Tobias: Are you serious?

Tris: No! WE'RE IN THE SAME CITY!

Tobias: Where are you driving to? I'm meeting you right now.

Tris: Tobias, you're so sweet, but it's almost 11 at night. I'm really tired, and I have work tomorrow. I promise as soon as I finish work at 7 we'll meet up! I'm so excited to meet you in person. After almost 20 years…

Tobias: I know. It's freakin' insane. See you tomorrow…holy crap…

Tris: C u tomorrow! I'll text you after work tomorrow where to meet me, okay?

Tobias: Yeah…I can't wait to see you Tris. I love you.

I didn't expect that at all. "I love you" is not something you toss around lightly, especially Tobias of all people.

Tris: What?

Tobias: I love you Tris. You're my best friend, and I love you. It's going to be so surreal meeting you.

Tris: I love you too Tobias. See you tomorrow!

Tobias: See you tomorrow.

With that I close off my iPhone 6 and get out of the taxi, the driver helping me with my massive cases. I load them into the elevator of the apartment building, it looks so nice in the lobby. My apartment is on the 6th floor, second from the top, so it takes a minute to get all the way up to my apartment.

When I open my apartment with my key-card, I'm blown away. It's exactly how I wanted it. The floors are carpeted white, like I ordered, my beige sofa is here as well. Everything else is right where I wanted it. I knew Christina would unpack everything for me. She already lives in Chicago. She started working in the same Police place I'm starting at tomorrow about 7 months ago, and she loves it. Obviously, as soon as she said she was moving, Will started boxing his things. They really can't leave each other, and I find it totally adorable. They live a few blocks down, in a much bigger apartment than this, but I don't mind, I like the size. Everything is just how I envisioned it. I made sure to use whites and neutral shades to make the place feel bigger, but still homely and comforting. I set my 2 massive cases down on the hall floor outside the living room, making a mental note to wake up a bit earlier to unpack some of it.

I unzip my bag and dolly trolley filled with letters and stuff them into my bedside cabinet, setting my most recent picture of Tobias, as well as pictures of me and Caleb as babies, my parents wedding photo, and Christina, Will and I on both graduation day and the first day of freshman year. I'm so pleased with the display I take a picture of it. I'm in the same city as my best friends, the best friend I have never met, and I have a decent job. Not bad for 22.

My mind wanders back to that place it has been going for almost 6 years. It wanders back to the daydreams of meeting Tobias, kissing him, dating him, everything…I highly doubt it'll ever happen, but we are meeting for the first time tomorrow. The thought is both exciting and daunting. It bubbles in my stomach until I fall asleep on the clean, white sheets, the picture of Tobias clutched to my chest from staring at it.

September 15th, 2018

My alarm clock frightens me, as the moment I open my eyes I wonder where on earth I am, before a burst of excitement hits me. I'm starting a new job today. I'm meeting Tobias today. I somehow remembered to wake up earlier to unpack a bit this morning, but I don't have long. Work starts at 7, and it takes me 20 minutes on the bus to get there. It's already 6.

I make my bed and open my curtains to a beautiful city skyline. I beam at the skyscrapers and the Ferris wheel in the distance, the sun just shining over them. I turn around and drag one of my massive cases into my room, unzipping it all the way and starting to unpack and hang it all up in my built-in wall closet. I start with all my jeans, my black pencil skirts, various tops, and just finish getting all my white work blouses into the far-right side when my clock beeps, reminding me it's now 6:20.

I suddenly realise I completely miscalculated how long it would take me to get ready. I spend the next 20 minutes running around my apartment like a headless chicken, quickly buttoning up my white blouse, tugging up my black pencil skirt, and sliding on my black flats. I put on some simple make-up, after all, I'm going for professional and hard-working, not slutty. Just a bit of foundation, some mascara and very light brown eyeshadow. I tie the top half of my hair in a half-ponytail and let the rest flow down my back. I grab my phone, purse and keys, dropping them carelessly into my small black one-shoulder strap bag, before locking the door behind me and rushing to the train station.

Turns out Chicago is a much busier city than I anticipated. With my height and slender frame, it isn't hard for me to be jostled around a bit by the crowd, but somehow I do make it onto the train. I don't manage to get a seat, but it feels like seconds until I'm stepping onto the train platform just a block away from the DPD. I take a deep breath to settle the anxiety building up in my chest, before pressing on down the chilly morning streets. When I arrive, I'm directed by the receptionist to the Digital Security sector of the building, down a corridor to the left. When I arrive, I'm greeted by a dark-haired man with a maroon tie.

"Miss Prior! Pleasure to meet you. I'm George Wu, head of Digital Security here. You're just on time!" he says quickly, clearly in a rush, but still polite and friendly.

"It's nice to meet you sir. Who am I the PA of?" I ask with a small smile.

"Yes, one of the managers of this department. He deals with a lot of the computer-based things, and missing person cases. Fourth door on your right." He says quickly, before shaking my hand hastily and speed walking off. I stand there for a moment, a bit flustered, before walking down the dark carpeted hallway and counting the doors on my right. I check my pocket watch, and see I am actually not on time. I'm 5 minutes late. I gasp lightly at my tardiness, before hurrying into the fourth door. I do knock first, but I don't read the name plate on the door.

"Come in!" a deep voice sounds from inside the room. I twist the handle on the door and open it, closing it quietly behind me. The room is quite big, with a dark wood desk at one end, and a few chairs in front of it. There are a few bookshelves on either side of the room, but on the right of the main desk is a smaller one, where I must sit. There's a large corkboard on one wall, with multiple things tacked up. The man behind the main desk is staring intently at his screen, clicking away. He has dark, slightly curly hair, and is quite tall from what I can see. He wears a black blazer with a maroon tie, typical Dauntless Police Uniform. I make a mental note to wear a maroon bow or tie tomorrow.

He stands when he sees me standing there and crosses the room to shake my hand. His grip is firm but soft, and his skin is calloused. It sends heat through my hand and tingles down my spine. And that's when I notice. The deep blue eyes. The lightly tanned skin. The few nose freckles.

It's Tobias.