Beauty Is A Virtue

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Enter, love. The front door chimed, you stepped through, your face was clear. Not a single wrinkle ran through your face, you seemed very young. My age. No, younger. Not younger than nineteen. And not older than twenty-four.

Your eyes were almond brown. They were soft, if any evil stepped in your vision. It’d die from perfection. You licked your lips, your pink, plumpy lips. But not too much as to seem reliant, you were independent from the way you stood.

You had nice black shiny hair, clean and soft, you obviously showered before you came. Getting ready to find the one. Or running some errands.

Your eyes observed the store, you were new to this town. I could tell.

You patted your pockets, making sure you had enough to pay. You definitely did. But just that usual check for the wallet. Your Victoria’s Secret—Limited Edition!—Rose Bag, pulling it up a little to make sure it didn’t fall.

You liked to walk, your tight leggings and Nike Womens Running Sneakers. There also was only one car out there. My manager’s.

“Hey, Alan! Hurry your arse up!” He shouted, my manager was British, the old head moved down here after his wife left him. Why? Because “He didn’t want to see her rich snobby friends.”

“Coming!” I answered back, looking at you one more time. You minded your business, but I knew you definitely were a curious type. My one earbud playing Radiohead in my ear—I love Radiohead!

“Well Richard. What time is it?” I said in a soft voice. He looked at me, I could tell he was dying to go home.

“Little bastard, it’s six. I’m taking a thirty, don’t disturb me.” He clapped back, I walked back around the counter.

“Don’t wank it!” I called out, chuckling a little.
You stepped in front of the counter, placing a couple of items down. Egg salad, Coca Cola, and a few granola bars.

Your nails were unpainted, a scar lined on your right hand, just between the thumb and index.

“Is that all?” I asked in a kind voice. You smiled sweetly at me,

“That is all. Unless you’re one of those… ‘Donate twenty-five cents to the poor’?” You asked, laughing a little. Your voice was majestic, imagine Scarlet Johanson if she had a bit of an obscure accent. Your accent is familiar. I’m sure you’re from Asia.

“No no, you new here?” I asked, scanning your drink.

“Yeah, I was up in Rhode Island then came down here. Stupid boyfriend stuff, so I’m just out of the loop." You answered.

That is just the closing for when I wanted for the touchdown. I assure you, whatever you’re going through, I can help you—and the nipples staring at me—out.

“Yeah, I feel that.” I replied, looking at you in a comforting way.

“Well, it’s nice to know someone I’ve met has had the same problems.” You seemed more relaxed, like I made you tense up. I scanned your next two items.

“If you ever need someone to talk to, I’ll be here until twelve tonight.” I replied, relaxing a little.

You paid, the device showed a rewards member program. “Rewards member? Can I join?” You asked. I nod.

“Yeah! Just press yes then put your phone number.” I nodded.

You put in your phone number, it was displayed to me, I memorized it. Now I have my first piece to the puzzle.

You waved me goodbye, I reached into my bag, flipping through my range of books, pulling out the right one. A love book.

We’ll have fun soon, I promise. I read, flipped through the pages, a couple customers came and went, they weren’t taking too much of my time.