Chapter 2- Dinner
"Right this way, please" I said to Tom. I was wondering what his real name was when we got to his room. I showed him around, and told him that, if he wanted to come, dinner was at 6:30. I left, wondering what he thought of me. He hadn't said anything but, "Thank you" since he told me his 'name,' and no emotion showed behind his wall of bangs .I went back to the front desk reading the articles in my magazine without understanding a word of it.
At 6, I closed everything up for the night and helped with dinner. A little later, Tom came in. We had my mother's delicious lasagna with garlic bread that night, but I spent all of dinner staring at Tom under my lashes and trying to make conversation with him. He always answered using as few words as possible. I finally just gave up.
After I had helped clean up, I went on the internet to find more info on Tom, but, not that I was surprised, there was nothing there. That confirmed my suspicions about him using a fake name. I tried other names, with the same initials, and found something. A boy named Trowa Barton had disappeared during the war. The description fit exactly to what Tom probably looked like when he was younger.
'So, Trowa.' I thought. 'What have you got to hide? Of is your name something else entirely? So, what should I call you?' I thought for a moment. 'That's it! Nanashi! Yup, No-Name1, that's perfect. Now if I could only figure out what you're hiding…'
~To Be Continued~
1- Nanashi is supposed to mean No-Name in Japanese. At least, I think…
A/N: "Is his name really Trowa? Is it something else entirely? Find out in the next chapter of 'My Favorite Visitor!' *cringes at the name*Yup, now I sound like one of those strange narrator people! It's fun, you should try it sometime! ^_^ Well, I'll keep writing if you keep reviewing! Lindsey
P.S. Should I change the name? (Hmm… that's a hard question ::cough:: not! ::cough::) Tell me what it should be in your reviews! And that means you have to REVIEW!!!!!
"Right this way, please" I said to Tom. I was wondering what his real name was when we got to his room. I showed him around, and told him that, if he wanted to come, dinner was at 6:30. I left, wondering what he thought of me. He hadn't said anything but, "Thank you" since he told me his 'name,' and no emotion showed behind his wall of bangs .I went back to the front desk reading the articles in my magazine without understanding a word of it.
At 6, I closed everything up for the night and helped with dinner. A little later, Tom came in. We had my mother's delicious lasagna with garlic bread that night, but I spent all of dinner staring at Tom under my lashes and trying to make conversation with him. He always answered using as few words as possible. I finally just gave up.
After I had helped clean up, I went on the internet to find more info on Tom, but, not that I was surprised, there was nothing there. That confirmed my suspicions about him using a fake name. I tried other names, with the same initials, and found something. A boy named Trowa Barton had disappeared during the war. The description fit exactly to what Tom probably looked like when he was younger.
'So, Trowa.' I thought. 'What have you got to hide? Of is your name something else entirely? So, what should I call you?' I thought for a moment. 'That's it! Nanashi! Yup, No-Name1, that's perfect. Now if I could only figure out what you're hiding…'
~To Be Continued~
1- Nanashi is supposed to mean No-Name in Japanese. At least, I think…
A/N: "Is his name really Trowa? Is it something else entirely? Find out in the next chapter of 'My Favorite Visitor!' *cringes at the name*Yup, now I sound like one of those strange narrator people! It's fun, you should try it sometime! ^_^ Well, I'll keep writing if you keep reviewing! Lindsey
P.S. Should I change the name? (Hmm… that's a hard question ::cough:: not! ::cough::) Tell me what it should be in your reviews! And that means you have to REVIEW!!!!!