Eve and Timothy

Chapter 3: Jimmy's Place

I walked over back into the town. It was a busy afternoon. People walked fast, each with their own tasks to complete. I held Timothy's drawing in my hand. I began to examine it. It was unfinished, some areas had some detail, while others were plain. The bike in the picture has detail in the basket and tires, while my face was blank. I liked it that way. The picture was a rather good one, in my opinion. I began to wonder what it would look like if it were finished.

My stomach began to grumble, so I hurried over the the restaurant my dad recommended to me, "Jimmy's Place." "What a plain name," I thought to myself. "There are so many options to what you can name a restaurant! The name is sort of old fashioned." As I thought these things I got closer and closer to the restaurant.    

It was quite an old place. It was painted a sort of beige-yellow, but obviously worn down. I came inside. The first thing you saw was a small bar on the other side of the building. On the walls were windows and below them a few tables. I sat down in one and waited.

"Hey, what can I get started for you today?" a waitress came and asked. Then she looked at me closely squinting her eyes. "Are you Ms. Elaine's granddaughter?" She asked. "Yeah, I came here for the summer," I responded. She smiled. "Nice to have you here, I'm Sally." "Eve," I said. Sally then reached her hand out and shook my hand. 

I ordered a burger. Once I arrived I began to eat it and think about Timothy again. I couldn't get is picture out of my head. "Maybe I should ask him to finish it?" I thought to myself. "Maybe that would make him feel embarrassed?" I thought. I pulled out the drawing from my pocket to look at it again. I admired it again.

Sally came by again. "Nice drawing" she complimented. "Oh it isn't mine," I responded. "Who's is it?" "Its a boy's. His name is Timothy, I don't know if you know him." "Everyone knows everyone here," she began.  "I know him, he's good at drawing that sort of stuff. Who's in the picture? He always uses a reference." "It's me," I said. "He drew me when I wasn't paying attention," I added. Sally looked at me. 

There are some faces that girls make, and when they make them you know exactly what they are thinking. She gave me a look that said everything. "No, no! He doesn't like me, I just met him!" I started. "Mhm... That's why he drew you," she said. "You're a good looking girl, no wonder he'd want to draw you!" "I don't like the way I look, you'd be out of his mind if he like how I looked," I answered. "Nonsense! You're a fine young woman," Sally continued putting the receipt on the table. I picked it up. "Thanks, but I don't think he likes me," I said. "Okay," she responded. 

I pondered the things that Sally had said to me. I tried convincing myself all the reasons why he wouldn't like me, but the more I thought about it, the more I became convinced. I decided that I wouldn't think of it anymore and make a decision on the subject in the future when I had a better read on Timothy. 

"I'm home!" I said. "Hey! How was lunch," my dad asked. "Good," I answered going up stairs. I began to charge my phone, flopped on the bed, and then heard a ding. I walked back over to my phone, hovering over it. It was Timothy. The message said, "Hello Eve Mayson." 

I texted back, "Hello Timothy Gray."

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing" I responded

"Are you still at the bike?"

"No, why?"

"Just checking,"

"Okay? XD" 

I was very confused as to why he cared. Maybe he went back to retrieve the drawing? I put my suspicions away again, I convinced myself not to care.  I yawned and looked at the time. It was 9:21 pm. It was early, but I wanted to go to bed. I looked out to the pink sky. The sun was setting. I closed my eyes, and slept.