In His Eyes

08|What Happened to the Good Times?

     "Love is a rare rose, the perfume intoxicating—picked with fingers oblivious to the thorns." - Micheal Faudet.

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     With the invitations by his hands, Tom and Tanya stepped out off her car and into the busy market of the city. All people from all walks of life were present this early in the morning. Tanya wanted to hand our fliers personally regarding the event that was about to take place.

     Handing out a couple of flier to some bystanders who gave them wary looks, a woman, mid-thirties that had a kiosk stand filled with all sorts of key chains and accessories wondered in confusion.

     “What's this?” She asked, waving the invite around.

     “There's an event happening, for the St. Vincent administration—you should come” Tom told the aging lady nicely, still why she raised an eye brow.

     “Who?”

     “Carlton, Carlton St.Vincent—you know, the one running in the senate?” Tom explained, dully.

     “It's not ringing a bell” ,The old lady lingered, shooking her head in confusion.

     Twitching, Tom couldn't handle her absent—mindedness and decided to leave the lady. He turned on his heels until Tanya came beside her with a stern expression before changing them into a nicer one as she faced the lady.

     “Hi, I'm Tanya—you are?” She asked nicely as her curls bounced in unison.

     “Laura” She replied, warily.

     Tanya arched her eyebrows before returning them to normal. “Well, Laura—” she began, placing a hand by Laura's shoulder. “—There is this tiny little event were promoting for the hard working men & woman of our beloved city where we will discuss a few things in general like proper minimum wages, proper healthcare and so on” By then the old lady's eyes lithe up in amusement.

     “Also, there we will be hosting a small charity events, would you like to attend that, Laura? The wellness of a lot of hardworking individuals' lives could depend on it—we would be very delighted if you came” Tanya ended, smiling convincingly at the woman.

     She was skeptical at first, but the longer she stared into Tanya's infectious smile, she sighed and finally agreed.

     Satisfied, Tanya gave the lady additional invites. “Invite your friends, s'kay?”

     “I would if I knew who you were promoting, are you an activist?” She whispered conspirally, making both Tom and Tanya's eyebrows arched in confusion.

     “'m sorry, what?” Tanya responded.

     “An activist, you see I would like to know what your fighting to, is it something big?—like osama bin laden big? Cause' ya'll are sweetly dressed so I assumed it was something big” she said, her eyes hopeful.

     “Do I look like a freaking activist to you—” Tom immediately laid a palm towards Tanya's mouth as he tried to recuperate words before it was too late. “—No, ma'am, we are not activist, we work for the St. Vincent campaign? you know him?”

     Laura shook her head. “I'm not quite sure...Oh!—Is that the man with the commercial on the six o'clock news? The handsome one?”

     “Grbsgrjzbsh!” Tanya gurgled in his hands.

     “Yes! That's the one, that's who we work for”

     “Well why didn't you say so? Off course I'll come” She said enthusiastically.