Looking at the taxi driver, Bethany said quickly, "Dallas, please." Reaching behind her, she grasped the seat belt and pulled it around, clicking it securely and settling the strap across her breasts. She took a sigh of relief, very grateful that she was no longer amidst the fray just outside the taxi doors. Tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, she turned around in her seat and smiled tightly at the women in the back seats. "Hi, I'm Bethany." Despite the situation, she felt she could at least be friendly.<br/><br/>Bethany was of the outgoing sort, and made friends easily. The other students in her master's program looked up to her not just for her artistic skills, but also because she was kind and always ready to offer a helping hand or an invitation for drinks. She thought of the ceramic teapot sitting in her bag and wondered would her mother appreciate it. She'd always been overbearing and critical, a skeptic of Bethany's choice in education. Despite her disapproval, Bethany still sought to please her mother. A prickle of anger usually accompanied interaction between them, and Bethany often had to bite back scathing retorts out of respect. Over the years she'd developed a small lack of confidence because she was missing that support, and sometimes she took on a competitive, almost mean attitude when confronted with a challenge. The compassionate and aggressive sides of her created a strange juxtaposition that she'd struggled with in her social life. While kind and smiling on the outside, she sometimes held darker, less friendly thoughts.<br/><br/>(Just wanted to kind of give a little background there. I'm trying to flesh out this character as I go along.)