~Maria
I first saw her in the bathroom. Her elbows on the sink. Crying her eyes out. Confused, I asked her “What’s wrong?”
No response.
“Why are you crying?”
Still no response. I’m clueless on what I should do. Should I just stand there or walk away? Dyl is waiting for me in the hallway.
I started checking my purse. Why? I don’t know. It’s what I usually do when I don’t know what to do :/
I spotted my lollipop I took from Sah’s car.
“You want a lollipop” I asked smiling like a creepo
“Its strawberry shortcake flavored?” My creepo smile grew wider.
She stopped sobbing & lifted her head up. I’ve never seen her before.
“You must be new here?” I asked grabbing her purse from the floor & handing it to her with the lollipop.
She grabbed it & stared at the lollipop a mid-second before taking it from my hand. I noticed she has the purse I want for Christmas.
”Thanks” she said with an unrecognized accent.
“No problem” I said.
“So it’s your first day here?” I asked her again grabbing my phone out of my purse. A text from Dyl: “Babe, Where are you? We’re going to be late >.<”
I replied: “You can leave for class without me, I’ll see you there”
“Yeah, it’s my first day here & thanks for the lolli” she said with a British accent.
“No problem. I’m Maria, nice to meet to” I said fixing my make up
“Nice meeting you too Maria, I’m Zay” she said also fixing her make-up
“My make-up's all messed up, are my eyes puffy?” she asked turning my way. I giggled a little. Her eye liner's all over her face. She chuckled a little.
“It’s that bad?” checking herself out in the mirror
“Don’t worry. I’ll help you out” I grabbed my face wipes from my purse & removed all the black lined from her face. Including her make-up. She’s actually REALLY pretty, even without make-up.
I sat her down & fixed her make-up for her.
“So where are you from?” I asked her really curious cause I know she’s not from here with that accent.
“I’m from Berkshire. My dad, brother & I just moved here 2 weeks ago” she said.
“Where’s that?”
“We lived in Ascot; it’s in south east of England”
“Wow that’s really cool; it must be nice over there, why’d you guys move?” I asked her still fixing her make-up.
“My dad decided he’d move his company here to Chicago so he could spend more time with me & my brother without memories.” She said kind of looking sad while she said memories. I want to know the memories but I think it’s personal so I’ll let it go.
“Oh, so do you like Chicago so far?” I asked her almost done with her make-up
“Yeah, I love it here”
“Not trying to bother you or anything but why were you crying?”
“Bother me? I’m glad someone is talking to me—“she said as she got up to see my work of art on her face.
“Oh my Buddha. This is amazing- Thank you” she said examining her face the turning to me for a hug. I don’t like the idea of strangers hugging me but whatevs.
Wait. Did she just say Oh my Buddha?
“You’re welcome” I finally said.
She didn’t answer my question:/
After letting go. We grabbed our purse & walked out of the bathroom.
