The Stunt Double

You need my help?

I stair at myself -or at least my favorite version of myself- in a full length mirror I keep next to the lamp in my bedroom. The hair I see is a light brown, bleached by the sun on top, rich and dark underneath. The eyes that stair back at me from the mirror are also brown, simple, but deep and powerful if you look in them for a while.

The skin is naturally tan but burns if I stay in the sun too long.
I like how this person looks, so I accept this as how I would look of I had a true identity.

Late last night I got a call from a girl who could barley form words through her hysteric sobs. All I got was that her boyfriend was cheating on her and her name started with a T. Tanner? I think that was it.

I told her to meet me at a coffee shop just across the street from my small little house, it's very convenient. That's where I meet with all my customers.

I walk through my small house -I guess it's more of a cottage in size- the bright colors make it seem more open.

I look up, my entire roof is glass. I chose to live in a small house so I could spoil myself. With all the money I make its nice. The weather today looks a bit stormy, but that's okay.

I scan the room around me and stop when I see my red north face bunched up on my couch.

Humm... I think to my self. Red jacked, white couch, blue walls...
I'm proud to be an American.
And to make it all better, my collection of 6 or 7 star shaped mirrors that hang right above that.

After I pull on my north face I slip on some faded red slides, not caring if they got wet. I then find my umbrella and walk out side.

I skip down my front steps, my mood too bright for this dark day.

The right side of my front yard is a small garden with sunflowers and strawberries, my two favorite things.

It starts to sprinkle outside, great timing I think to myself. I open my umbrella and hurry across the street thankful there aren't any puddles to step in yet.

When I step inside the cafe I see a girl that must be Tanner. Her hairs all fuzzy under her hood and she has a few tissues around her.

I walk over to her and she looks up from a steamy cup she holds. She flashes a weak smile. "Hi... I'm Bree..."

Who? Did I get something mixed up? She sees the confused look on my face and says,
"Tanner, Bree Tanner. We spoke last night...."

I nod and smile with understanding, she's shy. I like her. I know this won't be a difficult job, the shy ones usually just can't do whatever they want to do for themselves, even if it's very simple.

I always start each meeting the same way- sometimes the first thing you say to someone can stick with them forever.

I speak very professionally,
"I'm Tide Farrow. You need my help?"