Alice
I have been at this picnic for four hours now. I am sitting at the table, no one is around me. Kathryn in talking with other women, and socializing with men. Thomas is flirting with ever lady here, even if they are ten years older than him. And for Mr. Alton, I could not tell you what he is doing. I haven't seen him since I last talked to Sam. Sam still hasn't stopped by my table, his sister keeps dragging him everywhere, and all I want is to talk to him.
The sun is rising higher in the sky, which means it is getting warmer. Sweat is forming on my forehead, and I quickly look for a handkerchief to dry it off. I was patting down my dress for one, but then forgot I didn't bring one. I looked on the table to see if a man had left one behind, but I found nothing. I could feel the sweat forming even quicker now, I looked behind me and around for someone I knew. I saw no one familiar. No face, no voice, no one around me for me to talk to. My panic caused more sweat to form on my forehead, and now I could feel that it was visible to people around me. I could dry it off with my glove, or a sleeve, but mother told me never to do that. Or else the smell of sweat stays on you no matter what. Sure I didn't listen to my mother all the time, but just the thought of smelling all day long made me grossed out.
I was now moving my eyes, and my head was shooting a look all over the place. But not a single person around was someone I felt comfortable talking to. Let alone ask for a handkerchief for my sweaty forehead. I was looking at a group of young women, each one had a handkerchief in their hand. But one man was just holding one, not using it, just holding it. I debated whether I wanted to walk up to the group of intimidating people and ask for the towel. But before I could stand up, I hear someone clearing their throat behind me.
I quickly jolted my head to face the person, Mr. Alton. He was standing next to me with a handkerchief held out. I smiled embarrassed, and brushed a small strand of hair from my face.
"Are you looking for one of these?" He asks with his deep and husky voice.
I chuckle a bit, "I actually was, how did you know." I took the white handkerchief from his hand and dabbed in on my skin.
"Well I looked around, and saw that most women had one. I looked at you and saw your instant panic." He smiled charmingly.
"Well thank you Mr. Alton."
He smiled awkwardly, and then sat down in the chair across from me, it was quiet around us. All I could hear was the chatter of the people behind me, and the small breeze that was now picking up. I was folding the handkerchief into a nice shape, and Charlie was watching.
"You don't have to call me that, you know?" Charlie spoke up, and I looked up at him.
"Hm?"
"Mr. Alton, that's what series adult call me." Was he telling me I wasn't a series adult, "Charles works just fine."
"I don't like Charles, I hear some people call you Charlie." I say very honestly.
"Yes, but only my mother and sisters call me that."
"Well now I do. My mother would have my head if she knew I wasn't calling you by your real name. That is why I will call you Charlie." I explain.
"Very well, Miss Bristol."
"Well if I don't call you Mr. Alton, you surely cannot call me Miss Bristol. That is what important people call me."
I saw in his eyes that he caught my sarcasm, and I was hoping he did because sarcasm was my favorite thing to do. "Then what shall I call you?"
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Awakening Love
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