𝐷𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠

1

{Tiara}

"Hello, what can I do for you today, ma'am?"

"Oh, I'm here for Oliver Gardener. Doctor James said to wait in here."
I inform the nurse at the front desk, a little nervous.

I've never been to such a huge hospital.

18 floors, wow.

God, I feel like a kid at Disneyland for the first time.

Except this is less fun.

Hospitals are full of sadness, panic, and death.

And that awful sickly hospital smell.

The kid just had to go and almost die on me the first time my brother finally gave in and let me watch him.

I've been begging him for weeks.

"Just take any seat."
The nurse says with a helpful smile as I awkwardly just stand there.

Ugh, I hate myself sometimes.

I've always been more of an introvert.

I had a speech impediment all throughout elementary and middle school and never really got into the habit of speaking to people willingly.

I send her a grateful smile, looking around the packed waiting room.

Just goes to show how many injuries and emergencies there are every day.

I grip my purse strap tightly, seeing a empty seat between a guy with a monkey on his shoulder and a lady fiddling with her baby's stroller.

Geez, why does that have to be the only empty seat?

Where am I again?

I thought the circus was out of town around this time of year.

I mutter to myself as I walk up and sit down quickly before anyone else can think of stealing the seat.

"Hi."
I say shyly as the lady looks at me over her shoulder.

"Hello, dear."
She says politely, turning away almost immediately as the baby starts screaming.

"Nice kid."
I mutter sarcastically under my breath.

I hear a snicker from the other side of me so I turn.

The monkey stares right back.

I take in its beedy little eyes and shutter, feeling a little frightened.

An animal!

Animals aren't allowed in here.

My eyes wander to the slightly muscular man that the monkey is attached to.

Hm.

He needs a haircut.

I jump as the guy speaks suddenly.

"See something you like?"

I blush furiously.

Because I got caught staring and also because his voice is all raspy.

My favorite.

Ugh, that's so weird. Why do I think these things?

Of course I try to play it off, being myself and all.

In other words, I deny it.

"Huh? Hey, are you talking to me?"
I ask politely, my stupid cheeks showing my embarrassment.

"Yes. I felt your eyes on the side of my face."

I furrow my eyebrows.

Geez can he at least look at me so that I can get a good look at his face?