Why did I tell him to meet me early? That's right, it was because of the morning light...but at the time it didn't seem worth it. I was never a morning person, always a night owl. I could stay out all night, but still not want to get up until 10 AM if I had my way.
Hearing a knock at the door I became more alert, however, excited to see the photographer. I had hoped he'd brought the pictures of me along, but to say so would sound a bit self-centered. Opening the door I smiled brightly at him, dressed in skinny jeans and a long blue and white plaid button up shirt that showed just a hint of cleavage. I will say I had a chest that could have been shown off anytime I wanted, it was one of the few features I liked about myself, but I wasn't the type to wear such clothing even then. I will never understand girls who show everything they have and then complain when men stare at them with their tongues hanging out, but that's another rant for another day.
"Morning," I greeted him, still no socks on and a steaming mug of coffee in my hands that had a picture of a sunset on it that lit up when something hot was in it. Those were popular back then, I remember. Anyway, I knew I still showed signs of being sleepy as my gaze went down to my dog still wagging his tail so hard it thumped against Peter's leg again and again. The poor thing was getting old, his fur was starting to show more grey than I liked to admit. "Oh Sammy, can't you at least pretend to be a good guard dog?" I laughed, nodding behind me. "Come on in. Just let me put this in something to-go and get some shoes on and I'll be ready."
I led the way inside, hoping he didn't judge anything he saw. If he did...well, whatever. The entire floor was shaped differently, one wall taking the shape of the roof on with a tilt. It made the nights colder in the winter, not having an attic above to take on the air, but I liked the quirkiness of the place. Everything was miss matched with a look of vintage to it, as if I were still in college. A worn out red couch, pictures of landscapes I'd clearly bought on sale hung up, a tiny television in the corner. It was homey, nobody could deny that, and clean besides the dog hair and a few books lying about.
My hair was down again that day, though a little wet from my shower. As quickly as I could I put on a pair of boots, grabbed the travel mug and keys, and grabbed a drawstring bag with a few snacks and other items. "You okay with taking my truck? No point in putting miles on your rental car. How long are you staying here, by the way?" In fact, I had a lot of questions. We didn't get many visitors anymore, and I wondered what brought him to Newfoundland. Much less Raliegh.
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"It's a date then!" I joked with one last sip of my tea and a graceful slip off the stool. I was putting extra effort into not looking like the clumsy girl I could be on any given day. It wasn't actually a date in my eyes, of course. I wasn't that eager to date the men I knew, much less one I didn't even if he was attractive. I didn't know why it was so surprising to people that I was single and had been for a good portion of my life.
I'd spoken so much to the stranger that I'd barely eaten a bite, but I didn't mind. Reaching over the bar I grabbed a napkin and pen, quickly writing my address in messy cursive, tearing the paper a little in my hurry. "This is my address. It's right off Main Road. You'll see my dog in the yard, and old black mutt. He's all bark and no bite. Anyway, I live in the upstairs. Come bright and early, okay? But make sure you've eaten breakfast...it'll be a long day." With that I slid the napkin over, Brent coming over to see if I was ready. "Make sure you get my good side," I added with a smirk, turning and running back up the stage.
And that was that. The first time we met. At first I was a little subconscious knowing someone was watching me so closely, but it didn't take long for me to fall back into the rhythm of things. I was doing what I loved, nothing else to it. It was a good thing we'd planned on meeting in the morning since my shift ran over. I didn't leave until late that night, exhausted. But even then...I was for some reason excited for the next day. The idea of showing a new face around the island, sharing my private getaways was one that left me smiling the entire drive home.
I'd spoken so much to the stranger that I'd barely eaten a bite, but I didn't mind. Reaching over the bar I grabbed a napkin and pen, quickly writing my address in messy cursive, tearing the paper a little in my hurry. "This is my address. It's right off Main Road. You'll see my dog in the yard, and old black mutt. He's all bark and no bite. Anyway, I live in the upstairs. Come bright and early, okay? But make sure you've eaten breakfast...it'll be a long day." With that I slid the napkin over, Brent coming over to see if I was ready. "Make sure you get my good side," I added with a smirk, turning and running back up the stage.
And that was that. The first time we met. At first I was a little subconscious knowing someone was watching me so closely, but it didn't take long for me to fall back into the rhythm of things. I was doing what I loved, nothing else to it. It was a good thing we'd planned on meeting in the morning since my shift ran over. I didn't leave until late that night, exhausted. But even then...I was for some reason excited for the next day. The idea of showing a new face around the island, sharing my private getaways was one that left me smiling the entire drive home.
sorry, I missed that he'd said his name before. my bad :/
I couldn’t believe what I just heard. I actually laughed, looking over at the crowd of people sitting at tables then back at him. “Well as far as pictures go tourists take them every day so of course I don’t mind, but for a book? You sound like a pretty big deal,” I teased, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t know why you’d want a photo of me but of course its fine, I’d love to hear more about it when I get off for good at six, if you’re still in the area.” The idea of someone documenting the beauty of my home was a romantic one, there were so many beautiful spots close to my apartment, much less the entire island. Then the full realization of what he was there for hit me and I gasped, recognizing I might be able to help.
“You said it’s a book of the whole Newfoundland, right? Oh, I’ve got the most gorgeous views in mind! You may have already found them, but we could give it a shot, yeah?” I was way more excited than any person in their right mind should be, and it was our food appearing at the bar that brought me back to being calm, my smile fading a bit. I figured he probably thought I was nuts, but it was a habit of mine to be a little more…enthusiastic than people were used to. Biting my bottom lip I grabbed my fork, ready to start in on my salad with pieces of salmon and dressing on the side, a sweet tea to drink.
“Sorry, guess I’m getting ahead of myself. There’s just so much to see here and I don’t think many people know it.” I enjoyed hiking on my days off, most of the time alone. Yes it was dangerous, yes I shouldn’t have done it, but it was worth the extra effort when I reached my destinations. “I’m Alice Taylor, by the way. I didn’t catch your name or where you’re from, Mr. Photographer.”
“You said it’s a book of the whole Newfoundland, right? Oh, I’ve got the most gorgeous views in mind! You may have already found them, but we could give it a shot, yeah?” I was way more excited than any person in their right mind should be, and it was our food appearing at the bar that brought me back to being calm, my smile fading a bit. I figured he probably thought I was nuts, but it was a habit of mine to be a little more…enthusiastic than people were used to. Biting my bottom lip I grabbed my fork, ready to start in on my salad with pieces of salmon and dressing on the side, a sweet tea to drink.
“Sorry, guess I’m getting ahead of myself. There’s just so much to see here and I don’t think many people know it.” I enjoyed hiking on my days off, most of the time alone. Yes it was dangerous, yes I shouldn’t have done it, but it was worth the extra effort when I reached my destinations. “I’m Alice Taylor, by the way. I didn’t catch your name or where you’re from, Mr. Photographer.”
I usually took my breaks in the back where there was less noise and frankly less people to bother me. It wasn’t that I didn’t like speaking with those that had known me since I was crawling and the visitors alike, I loved it in fact, but breaks were to reenergize. Doesn’t everyone need that quiet time to themselves when every other moment is spent trying to make others happy?
For some reason I decided to sit at the bar, however, and was only bothered a couple times. I smiled brightly to everyone, thanking them for the compliments. It was when I was finally left in peace that I noticed him. A man that was probably a little older than my twenty-two that I didn’t recognize, though he didn’t have a fanny pack or any brochures tucked into his back pocket like the others. His long hair told me he probably wasn’t here for business either, which didn’t surprise me; Raliegh wasn’t a place exactly hopping with open jobs. He did have a camera, though.
I didn’t say anything at first, but the poor guy had been waiting for service much too long. I slipped off my stool and sat back down right beside him, leaning in a little to get his attention. “You’ve been waiting longer than you should to get your food. Tell me what you want, I’ll order it with mine and it’ll be here in a second,” I offered, putting an elbow on the bar with my fingertips at my hair. “The chips here are the best, I promise it’ll make you never want to leave,,” I added, waving the nearest employee, Karen, over. The workers knew my break wouldn’t be long so they would always try and help me as quickly as possible.
For some reason I decided to sit at the bar, however, and was only bothered a couple times. I smiled brightly to everyone, thanking them for the compliments. It was when I was finally left in peace that I noticed him. A man that was probably a little older than my twenty-two that I didn’t recognize, though he didn’t have a fanny pack or any brochures tucked into his back pocket like the others. His long hair told me he probably wasn’t here for business either, which didn’t surprise me; Raliegh wasn’t a place exactly hopping with open jobs. He did have a camera, though.
I didn’t say anything at first, but the poor guy had been waiting for service much too long. I slipped off my stool and sat back down right beside him, leaning in a little to get his attention. “You’ve been waiting longer than you should to get your food. Tell me what you want, I’ll order it with mine and it’ll be here in a second,” I offered, putting an elbow on the bar with my fingertips at my hair. “The chips here are the best, I promise it’ll make you never want to leave,,” I added, waving the nearest employee, Karen, over. The workers knew my break wouldn’t be long so they would always try and help me as quickly as possible.
It’s a wonderful story, really, I’ve always told Peter it could be made into a movie or a book. He laughs when I tell him he’s better than any hero in those romantic novels kid’s read these days, but I think it’s true all the same.
My name is Alice. Alice Taylor back then. The day we met was a happy one to begin with. It wasn’t long after I’d started earning my money through entertainment instead of waiting tables at the pub. My dear friend Brent was beautifully playing the fiddle beside me, making it look easy with the way he performed. It was a simple tune, but nobody in Raliegh was looking for anything too fancy anyway. I, for one, was satisfied with keeping things simple, and to be honest had hardly left the island. Oh sure, I’ve traveled to the mainland a few times and even the states once, but without a proper tour guide I felt a little out of place. Home is where I was comfortable, both in mind and financially. A few years back I had tried moving to College of the North Atlantic which wasn’t too far away, but after a semester I quit and moved right back to Raliegh for my job at Fiddler’s Green. It wasn’t that I couldn’t, or didn’t like new places…I just didn’t see anything I wanted to do there. Why not stick with what makes me happy, I say. I thought if I found something else that made me happy, I’d go for it. But until then, home was where my heart was.
At any rate, the pub was home for me, and one day after my shift had ended I jumped up on stage and started dancing to Brent’s tune. I think it surprised everyone by the looks on their faces, and from that day on I’d been asked to stop serving drinks and dance when the crowds were heaviest. Fine by me, and I’d been at it for a couple months when Peter came in. I have to admit I didn’t see him- I was too immersed in what I was doing. My golden waves of hair fell freely down my back to my shoulder blades, kept out of my blue eyes by a red ribbon tied up as a hairband. It matched the dress I distinctly remember wearing that day- a red sleeveless that followed my curves without clinging to them and had a high neck to my collarbone, the skirt of it only coming down a few inches above my knees. With my height it was always difficult finding any dress longer than that, and the comfortable feel of cotton skimming across my thighs as I twirled made me smile even more, if that was possible. No matter how bad a day was, moving to a beautifully played song could always cheer me up.
Near the end of the song I raised my hands above my head and started clapping to the beat as my feet continued to move like I was born clogging, the happy crowd raising their beers or clapping along to make more noise. Finally the music stopped, as did I, and the crowd cheered, asking for more. Fortunately for me, as it would become a special day, I had been at it for a while and was in need of a break. “We’ll be back up, I promise, but Brent here needs a break if he’s going to keep up with me,”I told them with a wink and that ever present smile, giving a playful bow before jumping down to the floor and walking to the bar, clearly out of breath as I sat on a stool. Brent teasingly rolled his eyes with a shrug, following me off and going to the back.
My name is Alice. Alice Taylor back then. The day we met was a happy one to begin with. It wasn’t long after I’d started earning my money through entertainment instead of waiting tables at the pub. My dear friend Brent was beautifully playing the fiddle beside me, making it look easy with the way he performed. It was a simple tune, but nobody in Raliegh was looking for anything too fancy anyway. I, for one, was satisfied with keeping things simple, and to be honest had hardly left the island. Oh sure, I’ve traveled to the mainland a few times and even the states once, but without a proper tour guide I felt a little out of place. Home is where I was comfortable, both in mind and financially. A few years back I had tried moving to College of the North Atlantic which wasn’t too far away, but after a semester I quit and moved right back to Raliegh for my job at Fiddler’s Green. It wasn’t that I couldn’t, or didn’t like new places…I just didn’t see anything I wanted to do there. Why not stick with what makes me happy, I say. I thought if I found something else that made me happy, I’d go for it. But until then, home was where my heart was.
At any rate, the pub was home for me, and one day after my shift had ended I jumped up on stage and started dancing to Brent’s tune. I think it surprised everyone by the looks on their faces, and from that day on I’d been asked to stop serving drinks and dance when the crowds were heaviest. Fine by me, and I’d been at it for a couple months when Peter came in. I have to admit I didn’t see him- I was too immersed in what I was doing. My golden waves of hair fell freely down my back to my shoulder blades, kept out of my blue eyes by a red ribbon tied up as a hairband. It matched the dress I distinctly remember wearing that day- a red sleeveless that followed my curves without clinging to them and had a high neck to my collarbone, the skirt of it only coming down a few inches above my knees. With my height it was always difficult finding any dress longer than that, and the comfortable feel of cotton skimming across my thighs as I twirled made me smile even more, if that was possible. No matter how bad a day was, moving to a beautifully played song could always cheer me up.
Near the end of the song I raised my hands above my head and started clapping to the beat as my feet continued to move like I was born clogging, the happy crowd raising their beers or clapping along to make more noise. Finally the music stopped, as did I, and the crowd cheered, asking for more. Fortunately for me, as it would become a special day, I had been at it for a while and was in need of a break. “We’ll be back up, I promise, but Brent here needs a break if he’s going to keep up with me,”I told them with a wink and that ever present smile, giving a playful bow before jumping down to the floor and walking to the bar, clearly out of breath as I sat on a stool. Brent teasingly rolled his eyes with a shrug, following me off and going to the back.
Ooh, don't feel grumpy about it haha like you said it's realistic, unfortunately, for everyone xD
edit: Tell me if that post doesn't show up for you or something. It does for me, but last night the site showed it was shut down as I posted, so I just wanted to be sure.
edit: Tell me if that post doesn't show up for you or something. It does for me, but last night the site showed it was shut down as I posted, so I just wanted to be sure.
Bump for all except the second one... already have a couple of those in the mix. And I'd really love a rp in threads, so I have something to show on this site... ;)
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