She’d heard all the jokes. She smiled. She occasionally laughed. At times she cursed her parents. Mr and Mrs Croft hadn’t even owned a computer. Perhaps that was the problem. They just liked the name Lara.
The nearest Lara had actually come to raiding a tomb was when she bought that thing in Finnegan’s Antiques. She’d gone in there with him. She always felt the need to impress. Him a Classics graduate from Cambridge. Her a secretary at a firm of accountants.
“Oh that’s lovely. I must have it” she remembers gushing. He just looked at her vacantly. She was mortified. It was the last day out they had together. He’s now married to some society girl or other. Doubt he even remembers Lara.
Lara doesn’t try to impress people anymore. She even grew to like that thing. It sits in the corner of the lounge acting as a reminder. Be proud of who you are. The real Lara Croft!