Dreams | Dreamer Series Pt. I | Currently on hold

Chapter 10 (The Search)

The Search

This new room is like the conference rooms you see in the movies, or in, like, The Office. It's long, with white walls, but not the stark white I've been growing accustomed to. It's more of an off-white type deal. The room has a long mahogany table in the middle, and spinny office chairs are stationed around it. The only thing missing is the long window overlooking the city. But, you know, we're underground...

There are sixteen chairs, seven on each of the long sides and one each on the short sides. Three of the chairs are occupied, two by men, one by a woman. One of the men stands up. He has curly white hair and a fluffy white moustache living on his upper lip. He is wearing a white t-shirt and an open suit jacket, along with some tan slacks.  If I had to guess, I would say that he was about 60 years old, give or take a few years. He extends his hand to me, smiling as he does so.

"Hello! You must be Ms. Greene. Am I correct?" the man has a thick Cockney accent. He is friendly, with a happy sort of bounce to his demeanor.

"Um, yeah, that's me," I say shyly, and accept his handshake. "I'm sorry, I... I don't know who you are."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sure! The name's Jensen Halt," he says, laughing. 

"It's... it's nice to meet you, Mr. Halt," I smile.

"Oh, call me Jensen, please!"

"Yes, sir."

Then, he turns to Seamus and says, "This one's pretty quiet, eh, Seamus?"

"Wait 'till you get to know her, Jensen," Seamus laughs. I elbow him in the ribs and he exlaims, but continues to laugh. "Anyway, Lydia, let me introduce you."

The only woman in the room stands. She has dark brown hair pulled into a tight bun and she is wearing a dark blue skirt-suit. I didn't know people even looked like that in real life, I thought that was only in movies. She is probably about 45 years in age, but she could be slightly older. "I'm sure that won't be necessary, Seamus, I can speak, can't I?" She turns to me. "Hello, dear. My name is Lydia Fabelhaft (A/N Saige knows what this is ;)). I know you must be feeling quite terrified, but I want you to know that if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you. " She gives a little smile at the end.

I have no idea what to say. I'm actually not terrified at all. I'm doing just fine. The only thing making me so quiet and reserved is the fact that I have a lot on my mind, very few of which scare me. I want to tell her this, but I don't want to be rude, so all that comes out of my jumbled mouth is:

"I think I'll be okay, but thank you."

She looks disappointed. "Okay, dear. Just putting it out there."

"And I appreciate that--"

"Okay, Haven. And this peice of crap over here is... I'll just let you introduce yourself."

"Thanks so much, Seamus." The man stands and walks over to me. He is pretty young, younger than Mr. Eneis, for sure. Barely older than Seamus, maybe in his early twenties. He is wearing a Good Mythical Morning t-shirt and black skinny jeans with a pair of red Vans. "Hello, Ms. Greene. My name is Arthur Vanderwick. So absolutely delighted to finally meet you," he reaches for my hand and procedes to plant a small peck on the back of it. I blush and look away, smiling slightly. He continues. "And, in case you're wondering why Seamus was just so incredibly rude to me before, we're best friends. We were brought her within a week of each other. I was first, of course."

"Oh, you shut your big mouth, Arthur! You don't have to be first at everything, you know," Seamus fires at Arthur.

Arthur looks at me and shakes his head. "So rude." I laugh, throwing my head back as I do so. My curls fall off my shoulders in a curtain of ringlets.