In A Time And Place

Chapter 14

               Unfair of Richard to scare me like that last night. I couldn’t sleep, so I stayed up looking at the night life of this city. The beauty and splendor it held for everyone here...

               It was almost 8. I had to break out the blue now. I’d also have to get some new clothes. Maybe I could do that later. I held the dress at arms length and looked at it.

               Marvelous. Maybe I’d have my bangs side swept with this attire. I could do with some sunglasses. That’d work…right?

               After my shower, I did the best I could to make my hair look ok. Then I slipped on the dress and the black flats. I looked myself over in the mirror and nodded my head. I was satisfied. I wouldn’t wear the coat today. I was finished with it for now. But should I wear the gloves? No. Probably best not to.

               I slipped out of the room with my keys in my wallet and headed down the hall. Should I wait downstairs till he comes over? I was getting used to the idea of being here. In, this year, but, well, I still didn’t feel all that confident. Whenever I was around other people I couldn’t help but congratulate them for being what was natural to them. Ugh. I’m a moron.

               I thought for a moment after leaning on a wall.

               Sarah was his agent’s daughter. So obviously, they were close. But did they have to be? Was he really in love with her? Last night I was ready to take her outside, but now, I’m not just thinking about me. Yet, the thought of him liking her didn’t make sense.

               He wasn’t a simple player or young man who would have someone like her. Some random hot girl. Or would he? Perfect guy get’s perfect girl? That wasn’t fair. But, maybe he didn’t like her? He’s seeing me, isn’t he? Or am I just some child he’s entertaining?

               He’s not a child, but he’s not a grown up either. He’s only 20. But still. Ugh. This was all too confusing.

               I crossed my arms. I didn’t think about this before. What’s he playing at? Or, is he just being kind?

               I smiled at the thought.

               Soon, before my feet, my eyes saw two brown shoes. Gray pants with a black cloth vest and a white shirt under it, and Richard smiling at me.

               “Ready?” He said lightly.

               I just looked at him. That light brown semi-blonde hair brushed the way it was. Those eyes. His face. Everything about him. I loved it. I stood straight and nodded my head. He took my arm and we walked to the doors.

               He pushed it open and in front of us, was a 1950’s royal blue Cadillac Convertible Coup. I remember reading he owned one, and I remember looking it up on the web at the library. Richard had walked over to the door when he stopped and walked back to my awestricken body.

               “Something wrong?”

               “Is this, yours?” I already knew but, nothing wrong in making sure.

               “Yes. Beautiful isn’t she?” He nodded and looked at his possession. I slowly started to nod when he pulled me towards the door, opened it, helped me in, shut it, and then ran to his side of the car. I felt nervous in the limo with Mr. Wilson back home, but this was unbearable.

               I was sitting in a classic! I was frightened to touch anything. I couldn’t help but finally slouch onto the seats as he started the car.