When She Met Him

Chapter 1-Save The Buffalo Testicles!

''Here's another good one. Why are the gates of the cemetery always locked?'' He paused a little to create the nonexistent tension. "Because people are always dying to get in! ''

I sighed and put a hand to my forehead as if to ward away the dull headache that was already slowly setting in as I look around the giant hall we were seated in. It was filled with a number of prominent people in our town who were either currently in a extreme state of boredom or secretly trying to stuff up on small chops.

In any other situation, I would probably be part of the second half. Infact I would have left the hall all together but the fact that my mum is the one who organised this event and is sitting at a point where even if I breathed wrongly she would see me, I don't think that's a very good idea. The new episodes of Gotham have been calling to me from Netflix and I'd rather watch them with my head intact thank you.

"Ok, Ok guys you're gonna live this one it's a classic. Why did the chicken cross the road huh?'' He gave a wide grin before saying, ''To get to the other side!"

Anddd cue the cricket noises.

The fact that this was a statewide event might have to a reason to provide decent entertainment, not some middle aged potbellied guy that my great aunt Lucy could put to shame. But at usual, nothing really meant more than her making sure that her star children were the centre of attention and bringing decent entertainment might steal the spotlight from them.

I looked around the hall trying to see if I could catch the eye of anybody familiar that I could silently communicate with. As I scanned through the occupants of the room, it seemed like there wasn't anybody I knew until my eyes caught sight of dark blue eyes. The sitting arrangements were scattered so that we'd all be able to 'interact with each other', according to my mum, but even from the far end of the hall I could see his sculpted jaw and thick eyebrows .

I furrowed my own in thought as I looked him over. He didn't seem familiar at all; I think I would remember seeing a face like his. And just my luck, at that very moment he turned, his eyes connecting with mine almost instantly. He raised an eyebrow and I whipped my head away immediately. Nice going bonehead. My subconscious said dryly. I looked over at that direction again and sighed softly when I saw his attention had shifted to his phone.

I picked up the pepper shaker in my table, absentmindedly playing with it as I started zoning out.

Buzzzzzz!

I jumped a little at the sudden sound and looked around for the source of it. But that's when I noticed that everyone was staring at our table and the whole place had gone quiet. No, to be specific, everyone was staring at me.

Why are they all looking at me? Did I get ravioli sauce on my face?
I looked down at my dress to see if that's where the attention was coming from and that's when I saw it.
My chest was vibrating. Very loudly I might add. And the neckline of the dress my mum had to force me into wasn't exactly helping to make it less obvious. I looked up to catch the eye of the mystery guy who was now currently looking at me with obvious amusement.

I felt my whole face inflame as I sunk down in my seat to remove it as subtly as I can and unlocked it to curse down to hell whoever brought this upon me.

Message from Nina
At least try and look like you aren't dying 😂

My head shot up in the direction of where my younger sister was sitting with her hands over her mouth and a horrified expression painted over her face. She started frantically mouthing something that looked like an apology but I just narrowed my eyes at her. I didn't even want to attempt to look at my mum right now because I could already feel her staring daggers at my head. Even the people occupying the table with me that were ignoring me and I was totally fine with that were now not so subtly moving away from me.