Mary Jane

(4) THROWIN' SHADE

Her eyes scanned the room for the familiar faces. She looked for a few of her friends that said they would be coming. She has yet to see them, but it was still early. She crossed her legs as she looked down. She wasn't very good at mingling at galleries. She brushed the fabric of her pants as if there was something on them. She looked around seeing people walk around and admire the art that hung on the walls. She had two pieces around the gallery. She didn't expect them to have any red dots, but she did want to see if she could get a few compliments on it. She walked around a bit, seeing no one familiar except one. She saw Micah standing next someone much shorter then him.
She suddenly became annoyed by his presence. He didn't seem to notice her yet and continued to stare at his friend's painting. He suddenly seemed like the quiet type when looking at him from the far. He didn't speak much, she could tell that he was listening to everyone else more than he was listening to himself when he spoke. He seemed very absent minded from the entire event. She seemed even more annoyed that he didn't seem to appreciate anyone's hard work in the gallery. She visited the grocery store yesterday, expecting him to rush her with a pick up line, but he didn't. He didn't seem to notice her besides their quick eye contact that ended once he broke it.
She finally noticed him then. She was quite conceited in a way. No one had really showed her any attention besides him. She kind of missed the nickname Mary Jane, but not really. She's shallow. She suddenly realized how shallow she was being and shook her head. She'd get over his old advances just like he got over her rejections. She continued to mingle around until one of her friends finally got there. "Hey, Kym," she greeted.
"Hi, Amber."
"You look down? You okay?"
Kym shrugged, "Galleries are scary."
"Yeah..." she nodded.
"I really like this one."
His voice was much deeper then when he usually spoke to her. He stood just a few feet away from her , looking at her painting. The compliment that guided out of his deep voice was like a new song no one has heard yet. His head turned to her direction, he smiled suddenly. She smiled back, but his smile wasn't at her.
"Micah, hey," Amber walked over to him. "That's Kym's," she gestured her hand for Kym to come over. "Micah, Kym. Kym, Micah," she introduced them both. She raised her hand out for him to shake, "hello."
She realized his hand was much larger then hers once he took it to shake. "Nice to meet you, Kym." He refused to say Mary Jane. She might hurt his feelings like last time.
"We've met before," Kym informed Amber.
"Have we?" Micah replied rather quickly.
"Why are you acting so cold?" Kym accused.
He seemed confused, "I'm just keeping the same energy."