Marie had been staring at the man with orange socks for about fifteen minutes. He was in a black tailored suit that looked like it was made for him, not even an inch out of proportion. His white shirt was wrinkle free except for the area by his neck that he must have tugged numerous because his tie must have been choking him. His tie. Oh goodness, his tie. The man’s tie was strange. It was orange. The tie was orange and it had purple around it that swirled in weird designs. Maria was sure that if she looked closely at that tie, she would see encrypted pictures and messages in it.
Constantly, this man shifted his position as if he sensed Marie’s piercings brown eyes boring into his head. He slumped back and continued tapping on his thirteen inch laptop. He sat up with his silver watch gripping his wrist while his fist held up his head. Or he would lean forward as if the screen on his laptop showed something worth phoning home for.
The man had his belongings scattered around him as if saying, “no space here. Find another seat.” His black briefcase was in the seat next to him. Every compartment was open even though there were no papers around him.
He wasn’t hard on the eyes either. His light brown hair was cropped on the sides and the back while the front was shaven just a little, like a semi-semi mohawk.
Then there was his socks. His socks were what made Marie’s eyebrow go up to her hairline. They were bright neon orange socks that went just a few inches up from his ankle. It made Marie wonder what guy wore these socks. Why would he own these socks? Marie watched as he thumped his brown shoes up and down frantically. She smiled.
He huffed air and then looked all around, never noticing her. Well, she was incognito. Her hair was covered by an unnecessary floppy hat. She had on a sundress that covered her entire body even though it was about ready to storm outside.
The man, Will Camden was looking for her. She watched as he began making a weird movement with his mouth as if sucking out air but trying to bring some of it back in. It was as if he were making a noise from that kid show about the platypus.
Will pulled out his phone. Marie was convinced this man loved color and pattern. His smartphone cover was a mixture or blue, green and yellow swirls and dots and stamps. He plastered the phone to his neck and continued tapping on his trackpad. “Yeah. I don’t think she’s coming. If she wants to make it big, she needs an agent and I can’t have my time wasted.” He paused. “No, you listen, Tom. I have things to do.” He stood up and packed his belongings then threw his bag around his shoulder. His orange socks disappeared. He practically stomped out of Marie’s view and she couldn’t help but laugh.
She stood and walked the opposite directions. She walked as fast as she could until SMACK! Will and Marie bumped right into each other. Marie hid her grin. She plastered on a shocked face and looked up. “Oh my gosh! I am so sorry.” She flipped off her sunglasses and looked up into Will’s eyes. “My apologies Mr. Camden.”
Will smiled a shy smile and clicked off his phone. “Marie. Thanks for joining. Did you just get here?”
No point on lying, she thought. “No I’ve been sitting down the table from you for the last half an hour or so. Just waiting for you to notice.” Will nodded, shyly looking around. “So let’s talk business.”
They walked back to the seats they were sitting in. Will sat across from her. He immediately pulled his laptop out. “So, since I’m your new agent and manager your old one sent me all your files.”
“Okay. Cool, cool.” She moved forward to get a better look at the screen of the laptop but Will hid it away from her. Her guess was he didn’t even realize he was doing it.
Shaking her head, Marie and Will discussed her future plans as an up and coming actress. Of course she noticed the constant nervousness Will had. He would tap his foot, fidget, and look around him as if someone were following him. She looked past that.
“Well. Thank you for the job, Will.” Marie stood and extended her arm out to Will. At first he looked at it. Then, as if a lightbulb went off in his head, he shook her hand not too forceful.
“No. Thank you.” He nodded his head once.
Marie walked away to the door only to turn back to see Will bending down scratching his leg, the socks made a red imprint on them. “Oh, by the way. Nice socks.”
Marie missed the way he blushed a scarlet color but she did smile smugly when she heard him stammer, “uhh, th-thank you.”
Constantly, this man shifted his position as if he sensed Marie’s piercings brown eyes boring into his head. He slumped back and continued tapping on his thirteen inch laptop. He sat up with his silver watch gripping his wrist while his fist held up his head. Or he would lean forward as if the screen on his laptop showed something worth phoning home for.
The man had his belongings scattered around him as if saying, “no space here. Find another seat.” His black briefcase was in the seat next to him. Every compartment was open even though there were no papers around him.
He wasn’t hard on the eyes either. His light brown hair was cropped on the sides and the back while the front was shaven just a little, like a semi-semi mohawk.
Then there was his socks. His socks were what made Marie’s eyebrow go up to her hairline. They were bright neon orange socks that went just a few inches up from his ankle. It made Marie wonder what guy wore these socks. Why would he own these socks? Marie watched as he thumped his brown shoes up and down frantically. She smiled.
He huffed air and then looked all around, never noticing her. Well, she was incognito. Her hair was covered by an unnecessary floppy hat. She had on a sundress that covered her entire body even though it was about ready to storm outside.
The man, Will Camden was looking for her. She watched as he began making a weird movement with his mouth as if sucking out air but trying to bring some of it back in. It was as if he were making a noise from that kid show about the platypus.
Will pulled out his phone. Marie was convinced this man loved color and pattern. His smartphone cover was a mixture or blue, green and yellow swirls and dots and stamps. He plastered the phone to his neck and continued tapping on his trackpad. “Yeah. I don’t think she’s coming. If she wants to make it big, she needs an agent and I can’t have my time wasted.” He paused. “No, you listen, Tom. I have things to do.” He stood up and packed his belongings then threw his bag around his shoulder. His orange socks disappeared. He practically stomped out of Marie’s view and she couldn’t help but laugh.
She stood and walked the opposite directions. She walked as fast as she could until SMACK! Will and Marie bumped right into each other. Marie hid her grin. She plastered on a shocked face and looked up. “Oh my gosh! I am so sorry.” She flipped off her sunglasses and looked up into Will’s eyes. “My apologies Mr. Camden.”
Will smiled a shy smile and clicked off his phone. “Marie. Thanks for joining. Did you just get here?”
No point on lying, she thought. “No I’ve been sitting down the table from you for the last half an hour or so. Just waiting for you to notice.” Will nodded, shyly looking around. “So let’s talk business.”
They walked back to the seats they were sitting in. Will sat across from her. He immediately pulled his laptop out. “So, since I’m your new agent and manager your old one sent me all your files.”
“Okay. Cool, cool.” She moved forward to get a better look at the screen of the laptop but Will hid it away from her. Her guess was he didn’t even realize he was doing it.
Shaking her head, Marie and Will discussed her future plans as an up and coming actress. Of course she noticed the constant nervousness Will had. He would tap his foot, fidget, and look around him as if someone were following him. She looked past that.
“Well. Thank you for the job, Will.” Marie stood and extended her arm out to Will. At first he looked at it. Then, as if a lightbulb went off in his head, he shook her hand not too forceful.
“No. Thank you.” He nodded his head once.
Marie walked away to the door only to turn back to see Will bending down scratching his leg, the socks made a red imprint on them. “Oh, by the way. Nice socks.”
Marie missed the way he blushed a scarlet color but she did smile smugly when she heard him stammer, “uhh, th-thank you.”
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