Our First Ten Minutes (My Perspective)

Wow.  I slept like the dead last night, and now I'm ready to go.  After the last two days, I guess I'm due for something fun, huh?  Okay.


She blinked twice, looking from the plate of food before her, to the man across from her, then back to the food, trying mostly in vain to clear any hint of confusion from her face.  His eyes were focused intently on her and it was making her increasingly uncomfortable.  And now he was saying something.

She fiddled with her napkin.  "I'm sorry, what?"

If he noticed her discomfort at this rather random turn of events, he didn't show it.  "I tweaked the recipe a bit," he repeated.  "I hope you like it." 

Super!  The girl forced her eyes not to roll, and glanced back up at the recipe tweaking stranger before her.  He wasn't particularly attractive.  He wasn't ugly or anything either, just not someone she'd have looked back at.  The thing that really caught her eye was his bright orange hair.  This interested her.  Shooing those thoughts aside, she ran through a mental checklist again.

Work?  No.  School?  Um...no.  Church...?  He seemed to know her, seemed to know her well enough to sit down uninvited and stare at her chest at least, but she could not figure out who he was.  She teeters back and forth trying to decide if it's more rude to admit she has no idea who he is or to just go on pretending she knows.  And again she catches herself paying no attention to what he's saying.

She's also unable to eat.  Years of food issues have rendered it difficult to eat in front of others and impossible to eat in front of some stranger.  If anyone was rude, it was him.  Who just sits down with someone they don't even know when she's trying to eat?  But, he seems to know you, she reminded herself, completely puzzled and starting to become irritated and--

Oh shit, he just asked her another question.  She had no idea what it was and decided to just go ahead and ask him who the hell he is.  But before she could, he realized something was wrong.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just tired and--"

"Well, I really gotta get back there, I just wanted to see how you've been.  Maybe I'll call you this week."

"Um, okay?"  She is thoroughly puzzled as the fact that he has her phone number sinks in.  She doesn't even answer her phone, much less give out the number, so how does he have it?  As he headed back to work, she shook her head and made a mental note to avoid this restaurant until she could remember who this guy is and why he has her phone number.  She finally lifted her fork to eat her now cold food, absolutely no idea that in less than a year she and this orange haired, nosy, recipe tweaking, semi-annoying master of confusion would share a home.