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to a complete stop, taking in this stranger’s back. His
shoulders were broad, his arms bare and his light brown hair was tousled, as if
he had been running his hands through it.
I didn’t
know why, but the image of this young man sitting at the desk stirred a strange
feeling in me. I felt suddenly very shy, aware of my own body, the messiness of
my hair, the size of my hands and my feet, the way I walked. I wondered what
his face looked like. Would it be gentle and kind, or tan and open? Although I
could only see his back, I imagined his eyes as an intense electric blue, full
of laughter and energy. His mouth would curve upwards, and his teeth would be
just the tiniest bit crooked. I made an internal bet with myself that he was
handsome, and I just had to see for myself.
Incredibly
hesitantly, I took a few silent steps forward and tapped the stranger on the
shoulder, like a mischievous child playing peek-a-boo. He turned around
suddenly, startled by the unexpected contact, and I jumped back too, alarmed at
having surprised him.
Strange
electricity seemed to surround us as he took in my face and my stance. I was
enraptured by the way his light blue eyes softened after his initial surprise,
taking in every aspect of my face, from my wide green eyes and unruly hair to
my petal pink lips, open in a little ‘o’ of wonder. Time seemed to slow as we
both took each other in, taking our time to explore each other’s faces. He was
handsome – incredibly so, even more so than I had imagined. His face was
delicately tanned and smooth – he couldn’t be more than a few years older than
me. His mouth was currently set in a look of concentration, but the slight
quirk of his lip showed that he could be self-deprecating, humorous, even
comical. His nose was a perfectly straight line, and his eyes… his eyes drew me
in.
Slowly,
as we looked at each other, he reached a hand towards my face, using his
fingers to gently tuck a wayward strand of dark brown hair behind my ear. It
was a small gesture, perhaps meaningless, but it sent a jolt of electricity
through me, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. From any
other stranger it would have been intimidating, invasive. From him, it felt…
natural.
“I see
you two have met,” a dry, pleasant voice interrupted us, making us both start
horribly. We pulled away from each other, and the strange boy rose from his
chair.
“Hi
Andy – I was just –” he began in a pleasantly deep, warming voice.
“I hope
you gave my niece a proper introduction, Mathis,” Andy said, a note of warning
in his voice.
“Y-yeah.”
Mathis shook his head a little as if trying to clear water and then turned to
me with a charming smile which made my heart flip over. “My name is Mathis Côté. I’m your uncle’s
apprentice. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand. I was reminded
of the time Uncle Andy also taught me how to give a proper greeting.
I took
his hand, my heart thudding to the rhythm of a runaway train as his warm hand
enveloped mine. “H-hi. I’m A-Amanda Taylor,” I stuttered.
“Amanda.”
Mathis savored the word in his mouth. “It’s good to finally meet you.”
***
It was
two weeks before I saw Mathis again for more than a few minutes at a time without
my uncle’s presence. He hadn’t been exaggerating when he described himself as
Uncle Andy’s apprentice; all of his time was devoted to his work with Uncle
Andy, whether it was studying books, helping Uncle Andy with his investments or
poring over pages and pages of information on the computer. I spent most of my
time reading outside on the grounds or lying in the grass, thinking about what
they were doing shut away in the office, what Uncle Andy was saying to Mathis
and vice versa. What was he like? I knew that he was polite, hard-working and
extremely studious, but aside from that, I was deeply curious. Did he like to
run? Did he laugh at the
shoulders were broad, his arms bare and his light brown hair was tousled, as if
he had been running his hands through it.
I didn’t
know why, but the image of this young man sitting at the desk stirred a strange
feeling in me. I felt suddenly very shy, aware of my own body, the messiness of
my hair, the size of my hands and my feet, the way I walked. I wondered what
his face looked like. Would it be gentle and kind, or tan and open? Although I
could only see his back, I imagined his eyes as an intense electric blue, full
of laughter and energy. His mouth would curve upwards, and his teeth would be
just the tiniest bit crooked. I made an internal bet with myself that he was
handsome, and I just had to see for myself.
Incredibly
hesitantly, I took a few silent steps forward and tapped the stranger on the
shoulder, like a mischievous child playing peek-a-boo. He turned around
suddenly, startled by the unexpected contact, and I jumped back too, alarmed at
having surprised him.
Strange
electricity seemed to surround us as he took in my face and my stance. I was
enraptured by the way his light blue eyes softened after his initial surprise,
taking in every aspect of my face, from my wide green eyes and unruly hair to
my petal pink lips, open in a little ‘o’ of wonder. Time seemed to slow as we
both took each other in, taking our time to explore each other’s faces. He was
handsome – incredibly so, even more so than I had imagined. His face was
delicately tanned and smooth – he couldn’t be more than a few years older than
me. His mouth was currently set in a look of concentration, but the slight
quirk of his lip showed that he could be self-deprecating, humorous, even
comical. His nose was a perfectly straight line, and his eyes… his eyes drew me
in.
Slowly,
as we looked at each other, he reached a hand towards my face, using his
fingers to gently tuck a wayward strand of dark brown hair behind my ear. It
was a small gesture, perhaps meaningless, but it sent a jolt of electricity
through me, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. From any
other stranger it would have been intimidating, invasive. From him, it felt…
natural.
“I see
you two have met,” a dry, pleasant voice interrupted us, making us both start
horribly. We pulled away from each other, and the strange boy rose from his
chair.
“Hi
Andy – I was just –” he began in a pleasantly deep, warming voice.
“I hope
you gave my niece a proper introduction, Mathis,” Andy said, a note of warning
in his voice.
“Y-yeah.”
Mathis shook his head a little as if trying to clear water and then turned to
me with a charming smile which made my heart flip over. “My name is Mathis Côté. I’m your uncle’s
apprentice. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand. I was reminded
of the time Uncle Andy also taught me how to give a proper greeting.
I took
his hand, my heart thudding to the rhythm of a runaway train as his warm hand
enveloped mine. “H-hi. I’m A-Amanda Taylor,” I stuttered.
“Amanda.”
Mathis savored the word in his mouth. “It’s good to finally meet you.”
***
It was
two weeks before I saw Mathis again for more than a few minutes at a time without
my uncle’s presence. He hadn’t been exaggerating when he described himself as
Uncle Andy’s apprentice; all of his time was devoted to his work with Uncle
Andy, whether it was studying books, helping Uncle Andy with his investments or
poring over pages and pages of information on the computer. I spent most of my
time reading outside on the grounds or lying in the grass, thinking about what
they were doing shut away in the office, what Uncle Andy was saying to Mathis
and vice versa. What was he like? I knew that he was polite, hard-working and
extremely studious, but aside from that, I was deeply curious. Did he like to
run? Did he laugh at the
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