Amy glanced at me when I walked into the room and eased myself into one of the loveseats. There was concern there in her dark eyes. I looked away, feeling ashamed. I toyed with a fray in my sweatpants, staring at my lap. The room filled up around me. I felt someone sit down next to me as the seat sunk just a bit. I continued to listen to the chatter that filled the room.
“Hi,” said a male voice from the body sitting next to me. I looked up slowly, not really sure why this person was talking to me. I’m sure I looked hideous and the expression on my face probably said, “Leave me the hell alone.” His expression was odd when I finally looked at his face. My breathing stopped for just a brief moment. He didn’t look like a supermodel or some fictional vampire everyone raved about, but he was good looking. He had messy, dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was not much older than me, maybe by a few years I guessed. He had olive skin, a strong jaw and high cheekbones. His face looked a little rough, with a five o’clock shadow, yet somehow it suited him. Most people looked rough coming in here for their first day or so. I still looked rough, I gathered. He smiled a half smile and spoke.
“I’m Vincent,” he introduced himself, holding out a hand. I looked at his hand and tentatively put mine out to shake it. His handshake was firm.
“Hayden,” I replied, my voice still hollow from my recent solitude. He looked at me oddly, as if trying to gauge my attitude. At that time Amy called the group to attention. My head snapped up, and I could feel color flooding to my cheeks, but I didn’t understand why I was flushed. I didn’t usually care about who anyone else was in this dump, but somehow he struck me as different.
Hayden meets Vincent at Oak Forest – how would you respond if you were Hayden?