**I want to get back into writing this summer. In advance of that, I am playing with the characters a bit, getting to know them. First up, Fitz! Please provide feedback, I love knowing your thoughts.**
WHAT OTHERS SEE
The mirror was still slightly fogged from the warm shower he had just stepped out of. He rubbed his hand through the liquid on the glass until he could really see the figure standing in front of him. Broad shoulders, tanned skin, with just a hint of salt-and-pepper hair on his toned chest.
He sighed. "Not bad, old man."
His fingers traveled over his torso, catching the small scar on his collarbone. When he was 10, Bobby Watkins had dared him to race his bike over the ravine. He was winning until the front tire hit a rock and sent him head first into a bush. Fortunately, his head was fine, but he broke his collarbone in the fall, cutting his skin on the brambles.
He peered at his hairline closely. You could still see the tiny remembrance of his near-death meeting with a bullet. He sighed even more deeply. That small mark on his forehead reminded him of her, of how he saw her differently after he was released from the hospital. She was no longer just a pretty face that had won his heart. She was everything.
He stood a bit straighter trying to imagine her peering at him through the mirror. What does she see when she looks at me? he thought. He put on his white suit shirt, the crisp cool cotton caressing his warm flesh.
Does she see the power I have or weakness I feel?
One button, then two.
Am I honorable to her, to the American people?
Adjust the collar, tuck the flaps into slacks.
Does she trust that my heart is as full of love for her as I say it is?
He put on his tie and examined himself in the mirror, dry at this point and much clearer than before. He squared his shoulders and threw his head back to stand tall as he brought the sides of his suit jacket forward and buttoned them in front.
"I am the President", he said aloud, his typical morning affirmation. And she will see the real me. She must.
If you have any other creative situations for me to explore with Fitz and/or Olivia, let me know. Just flexing my writing muscles a bit before I get too far gone :-)