"Hello," I muttered first, watching the way he gulped the bread and cheese still in his mouth.
His face reddened. "Hello."
"How are you?"
"Fine."
We sit in awkward silence, my sister and brothers watching us from the corner of their eyes.
"Do you want me to refill your cup-"but my voice is swallowed by my brothers who are laughing at something the ridiculous Pippin Took is doing with his cousin Merry Brandybuck, drinking gallons and belching loudly it would seem.
When they are finished, I turn my whole body to him, "Do you come here often?"
His friend Frodo steals his attention, slapping his shoulder, and talking about the fireworks that we will see soon from a wizard...
I could care less.
Samwise was ignoring me. He was not doing it obviously, but subtly by not telling his friends that he was talking to me, that he would rather to talk to me. I sit there impatiently, arms crossed, and my smile turning into something sour.
Tansy looked like it was the funniest thing in the world.
It would seem I was the only one that got stuck with an introverted hobbit.
Pearl found a good-looking stranger, perhaps from Hobbiton that twirled her on the floor, and Mentha had gotten to talking to my eldest brother Tom. With the way their heads leaned together I knew that this was not their first conversation.
For the whole evening, I sat two inches next to Samwise and he wouldn't even look my way, breath my way, was he even breathing?
He was sweating bucket-fulls, his white hand gripping the table, and he looked ready to fall over.
When my brothers were ready to leave, I left too.
Disappointed.