Twisted

Twisted | Meeting Daniel

“Here you go Ms. Collinson.” Ms. Buff, the short beautiful lady behind the counter, said; handing Sara a piece of paper. 

“I’m flattered but…” She raised her hand, showing it to Ms. Buff gracefully before taking the piece of paper. “I’m already married, so it’s Mrs. Collinson.”

“I stand corrected, Mrs. Collinson.” She smiled back. “Are you a relative?”

“I’m the guardian.” She said without any hesitation. 

Confusion flashed through the short lady’s face. “Ohh, I thought it was Lauren? What happened?”

“Ohh, nothing happened.” Sara smiled. “Just for the time being.”

“Of course.” Ms. Buff replied. It was her famous catch phrase; ‘of course’. 

“Thank you for your time Ms. Buff.” Sara was too nice. Not to mention, beautiful and graceful.

“Anytime, Mrs. Collinson.” She replied.

Grace and I smiled to the short lady behind the counter before exiting the unfilled room. The school seemed empty; unlike how it seemed during weekdays. I was used to seeing the hallways jam-packed and vociferous but today it was unusually empty… and quiet.

“Congratulations Ms. Joey Taylor Dashwood, you are officially my son's nanny.” Sara said when she turned, handing me the approval sheet for the schedule re-modifying. “So… where’s the mall?”

Grace and I were left amused at the hall while Sara had already started walking towards the direction of the parking lot. I shrugged my shoulders to Grace, knowing she was probably twice as amused as I was.

"I've actually been to the mall before when I first went here to check the house, but I forgot where it was." Sara said on the wheels, slowly manipulating the petite car to where Grace would point.

"It's a small town, so you'll probably get used to it no later than a week or less." I said.

She nodded approvingly. "Yes, it's a small but a great town. I'm so far loving everything here. It's great to have joggingmates in the morning." 

I sniggered. "Yeah."

There was a few moments of silence. Sara was focused on driving while Grace was busy pointing the direction to her. I was left to bore in my seat, staring out the window at everything we went passed by. The mall was a little crowded, and it seemed like I haven't been to the mall lately. I couldn't remember the last time I was here and I didn't bother trying to. 

Sara was a shopaholic. And I mean a real shopaholic. Anything that dazzled her eyes, she went to pay for it. Everything she sees looks twice as dazzling on her as it looked on the mannequin. No wonder she looked like a lost socialite in this town. 

"Thank you two for accompanying me throughout this boring day. I don't know what I would do without you." Sara said to us, pulling over across our house. 

"It's nothing. We had fun." Grace replied. 

"Right? We should do this more often. O-or when I'm around. Late nights and out of town trips are gonna keep me away from you." She crossed her fingers, rolling her eyes like a teenager. 

Grace and I chuckled, saying no other response. 

"So, Joey. Tomorrow..."

              "Yeah, I'll be there."

"Great. It's the sixty-second okay?"

              "Got it."

"I'll see you later then, girls."