I was sitting across the table from him. The entire night had been pretty lovely over all. I’d say it was a home run even. He was smart, handsome, and not at all the usual lower-class men I usually tried dating. Perhaps I’m being materialistic but it was nice to not have to worry about who was paying the check.
Having spoken on quite a few things, the conversation and dinner seemed to be coming to it’s natural close and I was thinking of where this night might lead. Was it to be a taxi? Or perhaps we were to walk through the park. That would be awfully romantic.
I watched as our waitress handed our check to one of her co-workers and motioned on over to our table. Curious, I thought, she must be ending her shift. No matter though, we had already finished our meals so there was really no need for her to return as long as we got our bill.
The new girl strode up to our table with a smile that seemed all too fake. Not that she didn’t come off as a nice person, maybe she was. Yet there seemed to be a heaviness to her limbs as she moved and the bags under her eyes told the evident tale of her sleepless nights. She had put some sort of effort into hiding her disheveled appearance but there were too many tale-tell signs, like her slightly unkempt hair and wrinkled shirt, that ruined any and all of her attempts.
She left the check on our table and departed with another smile, this time joined with the casual “have a lovely night” that often ended the whole experience on a sweet note. I watched as he took the check. His facial expression was odd though, as if he had been repulsed by something.
“What?” I asked, cocking my head to the side ever so slightly.
“Did you see that?” My silence was a good enough answer for him and he continued, “She needs to lose some weight. Been hittin’ the honeybuns a little too hard if you know what I mean.”
I stopped and stared at him, knowing my expression must have fallen into a blank slate.
“She wasn’t that bad.”
“She had the largest muffin top I’ve seen.”
“Jeans shrink you know,” I muttered, looking away.
“Then buy new ones. Too many women go around today showcasing their ‘beautiful curves’ when in reality they’re just fat and don’t want to go through the process of being modest and hiding it.”
“I haven’t gone shopping in a while. I need to buy a few new outfits.”
“Oh? Perhaps you could take me along- I’d love to help you pick out-“
His words faded as I sat back and folded the napkin that had been resting in my lap. I guess it was a taxi ride home then.
1.) You made my world crumble down.
2.) He always lied. She always loved.
3.) She lived well; forever remembered fondly.
4.) She wanted what she couldn’t have.
5.) The train couldn’t stop enough.
1.) Um… It’s pretty high. She’s a smarty pants.
2.) She does have an imagination but she doesn’t let it show all that much. She kind of hides it because she doesn’t want to be judged.
3.) Very sound in judgement and pretty logical, but she has her faults too.
4.) She simply accepts people for who they are. She expects them to use her in some way but knows this is the human nature. She feels that there aren’t very many truly kind people out there.
5.) In the middle, though more dominant. Doesn’t really take no for an answer.
6.) As logically as she can, though she can get hotheaded and sort of lose her grip on herself.
7.) She plays the piano very well~
8.) Expressing her emotions.
9.) Just getting throughschool.
10.) Perhaps not really letting go and just enjoying people?
11.) Just to do well in school and get a job. Secretly she wants to investigate the more “fantasy” side of science.
12.) That people will judge and hate her for who she is.
13.) Someone she cares about judging her, being rejected, to fail
14.) Liars, People who manipulate others, Peer Pressure
15.) People finding out how much she likes science fiction
16.) Pretty high. She feels you shouldn’t be mean to people and almost has that black-and-white view of the world.
17.) Intelligence, fairness, creativity
18.) Wealth, good looks, a built body
20.) Honesty, hiding things
21.) Brought up in a not-so-religious-house. Technically Christian.
22.) Geek out over a nerdy sciencefiction/fantasy show like Doc Who or something.
23.) Force someone to do something they didn’t want to in order for her to gain something
24.) She loves sciencefiction and she doesn’t want people she knows to judge her for it
25.) Confidence, knowing what they want, creativity!
26.) Being able to think things through clearly
27.) Being hotheaded.
1.) She is 17 now. Born in 1994
2.) Female, Italian/Spanish/Mutt, 5’ 4”, 130lbs
3.) Slim, A cold elegance to her. Lengthy (long legs, arms, fingers) Very proper looking.
4.) Her long neck and long black hair
5.) She isn’t anything special. She can hold her own for the most part but the athletic would find it very easy to beat her. Her sudden fits of fatigue often make her stray from athletics though.
6.) She is rather fond of badminton
7.) She has a pretty good health, though she can get fatigued pretty easy. Low iron as well.
8.) No real medication, just vitamins. Iron and calcium mostly.
10.) She broke her arm falling out of a tree when she was little and now has a long scar on her forearm (left). She was in the tree due to peerpressure and didn’t want to be there. She fell trying to get down and views the whole experience as a negative and it fueled her belief that people aren’t entirely good for you.
12.) Her lengthiness came from her mother’s side.
13.) No drugs whatsoever for her.
14.) Her long fingers? For playing piano?
15.) Her fatigue/low iron.