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The day was slightly cloudy, the temperature was cool. Tristan was walking home from high school late afternoon that day when he saw her. There was a woman around his age it seemed. Her hair was strawberry blonde, and there were freckles donning her fair skinned cheeks. He had never seen her before, for he figured that if he had ever seen her before he would have remembered. Though, there was something vaguely familiar about her . . . but he was sure in his mind he had never seen her before that day.
Tristan was working hard on talking to girls, as his father told him to not be so shy around girls. However, he did not need to say anything as the female approached him. "Hi, there," she said gently with a smile on her face. Why was she talking to him? He had no inclination as to why some pretty woman would just up and talk to him. He was perhaps average looking. He was pretty good at academics as he got pretty good grades. He was not fat - but he was not overly muscular. So what made this girl just say hi to him?
"H-hi, um . . ." he responded, needing to work still on talking to women. She seemed to think his response was funny or cute, because she then giggled slightly.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you or anything . . . I'm Astrid," she said, holding her hand out to as if wanting to shake Tristan's hand. He awkwardly took her hand, feeling a cool hand envelope his own hand and giving it a slight squeeze.
"I'm Tristan . . . I'm sorry, you seem familiar . . . have we met before?" he asked, arching up one of his dark brown eyebrows, his emerald green eyes showing confusion in their gleam.
"No, we haven't met before. But . . . I have been watching you . . ." she said, taking her hand back from Tristan. "Not that I'm a stalker . . . I've just been admiring you for some time . . . you seem like a great person," she added.
Tristan was confused. This was not how conversations usually went. Especially not with someone starting off saying that they had been watching him for some time. For some reason, though, he did not seem too creeped out by her comment. "Okay . . . well, hopefully you don't need to keep watching me from afar . . . I don't . . . I don't bite . . ." Tristan said, trying to crack a joke. There was a moment of silence before Astrid let out a gentle chuckle.
"I would love to get to know you Tristan, if you wouldn't mind," she stated, giving him a wave before walking off, disappearing around the corner of the corner store. Tristan blinked, wondering what had actually happened. That was strange, but . . . for some reason, he was not weirded out by the woman named Astrid.
The next day, he saw her outside the corner store. He smiled and waved to her, before walking up to her. "Hi Astrid," he said, finding himself not too uncomfortable with talking to Astrid. She smiled, greeting him back.
"Hello, Tristan. How are you doing today?" she asked.
"I'm doing all right. How are you?" he asked in return. "I can't complain," she answered. The two of them started to walk and discuss different things. Astrid explained that she was homeschooled and that was why he had not seen her before. She stated that she was kind of an awkward introvert, but she was trying to get more time outside before going off to college. He told her he was an average student, but seemed to do really good at mathematics. He explained that his father raised him ever since he was a baby, saying that his mother left when he was born.
"That seems strange - a mother leaving her son after giving birth to him and carrying him around for nine months," Astrid commented, frowning. The two of them ended up at a little town bakery, the two of them enjoying a sandwich and a soda.
"My dad said my mother was flaky though . . . I had been doing some digging though, trying to find my mother. My dad won't tell me much about her, so it's kind of hard to find information on her . . ." Tristan explained, sighing softly.
 master-of-snow · Sun Jul 08, 2018 @ 02:00am · 0 Comments |
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