I really can't handle the stylish. Whenever one deigns to talk to me, I tend to smile awkwardly and nod a lot. I never know what to say so it's easier this way.
But this one, for some reason… was still talking to me. Why wasn't she bored yet? Why wasn't she walking away?
"Well it's been nice talking to you, but I need to head home now," I finally get the courage to break away.
"I'll walk with you!"
"Really?" I didn't really mind, but I was surprised. "I mean sure, I don't mind."
And she continued with me. Maybe she just liked to hear herself talk. Because I wasn't adding much to the conversation.
"Well, this is it." I mumbled when we got to my house. I liked it because it was ghetto and took on the grunge feel, a personality I had never really mastered but enjoyed wearing the style. But it was worrisome to suddenly have someone so fashionable gazing at my rundown house.
"Whoa! It's so old-looking! So retro!"
My lip curled a bit in pleasure. "Retro" was a good word.
"Can I see your room?" She turned to me excitedly.
Again I didn't really mind but I was taken aback. "Um sure," I said as we walked up the stairs and unlocked the door. "Anyone home?" I called as we stepped inside. NO one answered and I sorta sighed in relief. I didn't want to answer questions about this obviously glamorous person.
"This is it," I could feel myself turning pink as she bustled around, exclaiming about my bandana and tie dye wall covers and the indian style wall hangings. I was pleased that someone was appreciating my dumb crafts.
"This place really is great," she nodded triumphantly after I had walked her outside. I'll have to come visit again sometime soon!" She grinned my way.
And with an "okay, see you later!" called over her shoulder, she minced away, her curls bouncing against her shoulders.
I waved as she walked away I really hoped she was being rhetorical and that she wasn't really planning on coming back. I'm not sure how my roommates would view her. And I didn't really want to find out.