Maybe, probably [h.s]

Chapter 2

The wedding ended beautifully. They just left this morning for business at the firm. I, on the other hand, fell asleep reading chapters from an assigned homework page. That wedding had left me drained the last few days. Stepping out of my social comfort zone was a big deal to me, and I would only do it for someone as important as my mother. 

Looking in the mirror, I look fatigued. Light circles underneath my eyes, frizzy brown hair, and light color lips. I was always so ordinary, so plain. Don't get me wrong, I have gone out with a few guys here and there. Mainly upperclassmen from the local community college I have been attending before university, getting extra courses in on top of finishing at high school. It would be a call back once or twice and after that, nothing at all. I wasn't too bent out of shape by this, nor did I feel hard on myself. Those men, like most, were looking for someone different than me, I believe. It just wasn't me to step out of my comfort zone, dress up, or go out. They would ask me questions like, "what's your favorite book?" or "what's your favorite subject in school?" They never seemed to be interested in what music I enjoyed dancing to or going out in public with me. They only viewed me as smart. 

Although I was okay with that from my mother's words of advice, I had begun to wonder if any man would ever view me as anything other than smart. 

I had grown so accustomed to being seen as smart and plain, it would only bother me sometimes. 

I had a thin tank top on with my brown hair falling to my shoulders when the doorbell rang. Rushing downstairs, I open the door to find Harry. 

"Hello Fay" he smiles. 

"Hi Harry, come on it. Make yourself at home. Let me show you were to put your clothes and I can give you a little tour." I lead him to the guest bedroom and give him a minuet to set his things down. 

"This is my room, here is the kitchen and bathroom. Pretty standard, help yourself to anything. If you walk outside on the patio the pool is out there. Its shaded, so even when it's terribly hot, you can still enjoy out there." I continue to ramble on, hoping he knows that he's welcome here. He nods and looks around, taking in all that I just said. 

"You have a beautiful home; it doesn't even feel like this is work." He says quietly. 

"Well, I was just studying, so I'll leave you to it. I'm sorry to repeat myself, but please make yourself at home, do as you please." I say and walk back up the stairs. 

"Thank you, Fay, you don't have to keep saying sorry though." He chuckles. I turn around and smile at him and nod before shutting the door to my room.