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Chapter Two
First Impressions
"Miss Montez"
A young woman with dark haired curls continued towards the door.
"Miss Montez!"
That same young woman relieved a sigh as she continued her strut.
"MISS MONTEZ!"
The dark haired woman turned around in a huff. "What?" She snapped, shouting louder than she'd planned.
The young receptionist jumped out of her skin slightly as the woman's response. She didn't have to yell at the messenger!
"You have a call". She held the phone out cowardly at arm's length. A grimace was etched on her features as she held the phone across the front desk of the Lawyers office, she didn't want to get snapped at by Gabriella again by making her go into her office to retrieve it.
Gabriella slowly made her way over to the desk, sending darts into the eyes of the receptionist; she was so close to being let off early for the day. She pulled the phone out of Maureen's hands, making the woman jump, yet again.
"Gabriella speaking" She held back her annoyance, sounding so sweet for the spit fire that she was. There were a few exchanged "Yes's and No's" before the young woman let out a sigh and a final 'fine'. She literally threw the phone Maureen's way and surprisingly, the jumpy receptionist was able to get a hold on it before it slammed down on the granite desk top.
"Don't call me again today Maureen, I am going." These were the last words Maureen heard Gabriella speak as she watched the young woman pull open the pristine glass front door of the office and disappear into the afternoon sunshine.
As Gabriella reached her car, she threw her purse in and got in the driver's seat. Next stop… Brown Rock Elementary.
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As she made her way into the school, the place smelled like mixture of water and cleaning alcohol, a smell that made Gabriella wrinkle her nose in disgust. She was grateful that she wasn't the one who had to each lunch here every day. As she looked around, parents and screaming children were everywhere. Not counting the younger classes that were attending the short play.
One such class was her sister's Kindergarten class. Twenty four year old Emma Montez, the youngest of the Montez siblings. Emma had been the Kindergarten teacher there ever since she had qualified. She had dreamed of being a teacher for years. Teaching was the love of her life.
Brown Rock Elementary was also the school that their Thirty two year old brother's eldest daughter attended, seven year old Morgan Montez.
Despite her short stature and young age, she had her auntie Gabi wrapped around her little finger- the exact reason for why Gabriella Montez, a high class lawyer was sitting in an elementary school cafeteria taking in a not so pleasing scent.
She slightly regretted not leaving the office a few minutes earlier, because if she did, she would have missed her brother's call asking her to tape Morgan's play at school since him or his wife, Holly couldn't attend. But here she was, waiting on an uncomfortable chair for a bunch of first graders to come on stage trying to recite a sentence that they tried for weeks to remembering yet still seemed to mess them up. Just the thought of that caused Gabriella to throw her head back and breathe; it was supposed to be her afternoon off. She had not enjoyed the phone call she had had to make to cancel her massage. She sighed deeply, massaging her temples as she rested her elbows on the table.
"Hard day?"
Gabriella snapped her head up at the sound of the strange voice and laid her eyes on the speaker. She looked at the stranger with a questioning stare. He shrugged at the silence, taking the unoccupied seat next to her. She moved away slightly after briefly taking in his appearance.
"I always get dragged into these things. Never seem to be able to say no!" His arms were crossed and he slouched slightly in the chair. As Gabriella studied his demeanor, she concluded that he couldn't be any older than she was.
Gabriella replicated his posture, much to her own surprise, and muttered a weary sentence.
"Tell me about it." The blue eyed man looked her way with silence, the way her makeup had been immaculately applied to her face, her clothes pristine.
"Don't get me wrong, I love her, course I do! But it was meant to be my afternoon off work. To have some time to myself"
"Time to yourself?" he laughed slightly. "How do you get that because I'll take pointers!" The young man looked just as exhausted as her. His pants were plastered with cement and paint while his shirt looked grubby, like the stains were long set into the fabric.
"Delegation… I guess" she pondered as she pulled herself back up in her chair as she pulled the video camera out, ready for anything. "Half the time I have to force myself to forget about my commitments or my 'To do' list would never get any smaller"
"Hmm, forgetting, isn't that neglect?" The man also pulled himself up in his seat, getting a little confused.
Gabriella looked at the man, quite confused herself, what was he talking about.
"Wait… What?" she questioned, turning to face him. Silence lingered for a moment before a certain blue eyed man broke it.
"What were you talking about?" he asked, his eyes locking with hers.
"Work! What about you?"
"Being a parent. You have a kid in first grade too right? Not that I've seen you around much. I'm sure I would have remembered someone as pretty as you around school!"
"But I'm not a…" she trailed off, realizing the confusion. "Oh, you though I was a parent. No, I'm here for my niece, my brother or his wife couldn't come so I'm tapping it for them." She pointed towards the video camera in her hand. Their attention was quickly diverted from the camera to the stage as the crowd got silent, well as silent as the excited first graders could manage.
"Which one is yours…" his breath ticked her ear slightly. She rolled her eyes; didn't she just tell him that she didn't have a kid?
She thought it would just be best to reply instead of fight. "That little girl there, Morgan" She pointed towards the young girl to the right of the stage, getting ready to speak.
"That's mine right there." He pointed, to the small girl with her hair in pigtails. Gabriella couldn't help but shrug her shoulders as his breath tickled her ear again.
She kept her attention on the stage though, taking in the child that he was pointing to, a sandy blonde girl with chocolate brown eyes.
"That's my little girl, Colby"
Gabriella kept her eyes on the young child for a moment before sneaking a peek at Troy. His eyes seemed to glow at the sight of the child, a smile beaming across his face.
She kept quiet for the time being, tapping the events on stage as they occurred and clapping for joy when Morgan nailed her lines, but in all, most of her own thoughts were concentrated on the guy next to her. She always had a weak point for making first expressions, it was her one downfall.
Thoughts raced through her mind, causing her stomach to flutter slightly. It was almost as if there were two voices in her head, her conscience and her heart.
'His appearance was quite repulsive'
'But his eyes were gorgeous'
'Is that really his kid? He looks way too young to be a father'
'Thank goodness this is a onetime encounter!'
She shook her head slightly, trying to focus her attention back on her niece's play, which was drawing to a close on stage.
It's human nature to judge someone on appearance, how they seem on the surface. However, first impressions are often not enough to make judgments on a person. Sometimes events in life may just prove those first impressions very, very wrong!
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