Winchester Legacy 1.1

I seriously hate it when people stare. I could feel this chick’s eyes boring into me as she continued to stare unblinkingly. Me, I stared straight ahead. If you don’t make eye contact eventually people leave you alone. Five minutes later she was still there and still staring.

“I don’t want to talk to her,” I hissed at the photographer who kept kicking me under the table and nodding her head in that direction. “No! I don’t need more friends. Friends want you to do things. Go places and all that crap costs money. Then, of course, they’re going to want free medical advice which I-”

“Hi! I thought you looked familiar. I came into the office the other day and I think you were one of the people who took care of me. Listen, I was wondering if I should take some anti-inflammatory for this rash. I-”

I shoved back my chair when she started to lift her shirt up to show me her stomach. “I’m sorry, I have to go now.”

Racing into the store I looked around. It was smaller than I was used to and there didn’t seem to be a large variety of clothes on the shelf. Swallowing my distaste I decide to have a look.

Scratching my head I stared at the dress hanging from the hanger. This was at least two seasons behind yet they still had it at the in season price. Were they kidding me? I looked around for a floor person but paused thoughtfully when I really looked around the store, specifically at the people milling around. Apparently here in Redfalls the latest fashions weren’t top priority. ..and I guess that wasn’t really a problem seeing as how I couldn’t exactly afford the latest fashions at this point.

“When in Rome and all that crap,” I told myself as I randomly pulled things off the shelves to try on. Maybe I should inscribe that above the door at home seeing as how that seemed to be becoming my motto. Laughing I walked back to the dressing rooms.

I had to admit I had a fly figure. I mean seriously if you have it flaunt it. I stood in front of the dressing room mirror and looked the outfit over critically before I smiled at myself.

“Not bad. Not bad at all.” Smoothing a hand down my side I leaned closer to study my teeth. I used to get my teeth whitened on a regular basis so I was constantly checking for stains now since I couldn’t afford that dental bill. While I was doing that I happened to glance behind me to see a man standing in front of a dressing room curtain. I couldn’t see his face but he didn’t look bad looking. And I hadn’t been on a date in months. I didn’t believe in jumping into another relationship as soon as one ended. Clearing my throat I headed back toward the stall.

“Hmm…”I said underneath of my breath. He wasn’t exactly handsome but hey, wasn’t it all the same in the dark? I was a grown woman with physical needs. At this point, in this little town, the pickings were slim. After changing clothes, I had asked the photographer to go back to the house and get a pair of clothes so I could get out of my uniform, I went to look for the man. Spotting him over by the register I took a deep breath before I slapped a smile on my face and an added swagger to my step.

“Hi. My name is Toni.”

“Hello. I’m Foster. “

“Nice to meet you Foster.” I superciliously checked to see if he was wearing a wedding band. There wasn’t a ring on his finger or any signs of a recently removed one. That didn’t necessarily mean that he wasn’t involved in a relationship. Not wanting to beat around the bush I took a deep breath.

“So, would you be interested in having lunch with me sometime soon? I-”

“I’m not into forward woman. Sorry, I enjoy a more traditional role.”

“Well, you could always ask me out,” I said with a laugh.

He scowled. “No thanks. I’m just not interested.”

“Alright, well I won’t take up anymore of your time.” And you were a buttaface anyways, I told myself.

Spotting another guy around my age I walked over to him. I felt like a cougar on the prowl but hey, I had to do what I had to do. I had just opened my mouth to introduce myself when he looked away from me.

“Talk to the hand girlfriend. I’m not into chicks. Sorry honey!”

“OH! Uh…” I didn’t know what to say.

I turned around to turn at the photographer to see her silently laughing. I had to grin.

“I am so trying internet dating.”