"Gertrude, nice to... ahm, meet you."
Gertrude stands staring at my mother. Wide eyes, as expected, and with a spiked up heart beat. I can't say if it's out of nervousness, though it could be, or if perhaps it's out of fear. Back outside, she was fearful, though when I accompanied her inside, she seemed to have calm down until she saw my mother.
Maybe the sight of my mother scares her? My mother seems harmless, though. Matter of fact, she couldn't even hurt an ant, she's too fascinated by them.
There she stands, lightest shade of brown hair confined by what I think are hair clips, and sandy brown eyes observing Gertrude right back. She has a smile - maybe that's what's scaring Gertrude? - that comes off a bit too polite, I would also be taken back. But then again, my mother loves meeting new people, and she is a rather bubbly person. I see beauty when I see her, I understand what Abraham saw.
Abraham? I should be calling him father.
"Lovely to meet you, Gertrude. Mariah, Micah's mother, though I am sure you already know that."
I then peer over at Getrrude who nods with a smile. "It's nice to meet you." Oh, she's just nervous; she's repeating herself.
With an inhale, I clear my throat. "Gertrude and I will be in my room-"
"You're more than welcome to use the living room?" Where I can keep an eye on you. "I don't mind relocating myself." Mother waves her hand over towards the living room space.
Tempting, but I'd like privacy with Gertrude. My eyes squint at her. "No need to trouble yourself. We'll be fine. I'll be back down to get snacks."
Don't do anything out of the ordinary, Micah. For the sake of peace.
Discreetly, my orbs roll about in what I presume is annoyance. I'm responsible, I think, so I obviously won't do anything irresponsible.
With a slight clear of the throat to gain Gertrude's attention, I nudge my head to indicate her following suit as I lead us up the staircase to my room. Now and again, with glances over my shoulder, I observe how she analyses every aspect of every corner of the house. There's this look on her face, I can't describe it, though it's almost distant, almost as if she's in thought. Perhaps coming up with various of conclusions as she takes in the house, and I assume this just based on her anxiousness she had earlier on. Her steps slow down when we get to the desired floor, eyes wandering down the passage longer than just a glance, and there's that look again.
I wonder what runs through her minds sometimes. It isn't as easy as I thought it would be, reading her body language, when I can't pinpoint the possibilities of where her mind runs to.
As soon as we get to my room, I open the door and step aside, smiling in hopes of encouragement. "Welcome to my room."
She walks in, humming softly as she takes her time observing the room. There's that look agan; unidentified, but now curiosity takes over and I find myself wanting to ask, or maybe study her and figure it out. This time, though, a small smile carrying delight covers the features of her face.
"It's nice." Her eyes glance over at me, feet stepping cautiously towards my bed before she sits at the edge of it, hands tucked under her thighs."Simple, too."
Simple is fair. My room is as basic as it comes, and I prefer it this way in all honestly. I find myself peering about, feeling like it's the first time doing to; first time actually taking in my room through the pretense of having never seen it before this. Black and beige decorates my room; beige curtains, beige walls. Black study desk accompanied with a black chair. Black bedsheets and a small white rug at the far end.
