HIDDEN in PARADISE

0.3 Psyched

Her eyes trailed along everything she could register, surroundings being tossed to the side, the only thing she craved, was to know what or who shouted.

In the back of her head she had her fingers crossed, wanting it to be the one she saw in the restaurant. Knowing damn well millions of other things would be more likely to happen.

"No, come here!" The same voice said, as her eyes wondered the the full lot, yellow stripes painted on the heated ground, making things look distorted and wavy. But soon enough she found it, landed on him.

Him.

Just a him.

Engulfed in this 'hims' hand was another delicate hand, of a young child, younger than the one in the restaurant.

A man walked towards a toddler, calling for it. Grabbing it's hand so it wouldn't wonder off, dragging the small arm as he scooping the also small body in his arms with a swift motion. The child looked as if it was about to cry, perhaps because it couldn't venture off to where he wanted to, but instead he burst into laughter. Hugging deeper into the father's chest.

Being protected from the parking lot densely filled with slow and moderately fast moving cars that in no way were a match for his small size.

Not much more than that, from what she saw.

Dustin's lips let escape a small huff as she wrapped her hand around the car handle, tugging it open. Lifting her foot, then the other leg as she pulled herself into the hot car. Getting inside right as it began to cool itself off; not having to bear the sick heat.

Taking part in being the center of attention still, a pale smile laced her lips, her cheerful spirit suddenly wrapped in tissue paper and burned.

Caught up in the thought of these random persons, the first one and the second and third. None of the memories were bad, she did enjoyed them all, but the mysterious boy had her continue to think of him in the midst of strong air conditioning blowing in all directions.

Along with Dustin's feet, half of the cool air escaped along with her body. Letting her feet carry her back towards the brick building.

Making her own.

Courage origination from a part of her that plays under the curtains; just doesn't appear a lot. For once it seemed like her feet carried her and not her mind.

A single skip in her step as she saw the same friendly hostess as the first time.

The delightful smells continued to lingering in the air and her eyes landing back on the spot they were just a few short moments ago. Not switching from that same single table. It's white table cloth identical to all the others, had the edges hanging off the sides. The same frosted glasses filled with mostly ice and little drink. Chairs sprawled out recklessly, besides one pushed in nicely, the one he was in.

Except one change, all the things were the same as before, yet-

they weren't there, he wasn't there.

Left, like he never existed.

"Miss, can I help you?" The hostess voice plunged at Dustin, walking up to her. Looking away from the table, she saw the personnel stuffed a pen into her white shirt pocket.

"No, but thank you." A smile still flickering and hanging on her face like a broken sign, no where close to genuine.

And with that, she left once again. Walking thorough the same door. Walking back to the same car, the same way she did before except with drops of disappointment swirling inside her, not those few of excitement.