"I'm Thomas, by the way, nice to meet you," he suddenly said, as though he couldn't stand the silence anymore, and took his hand out. She stared at it, knowing how much she hated to say her name. Not that there was actually something wrong with it, but when she did it, it made her feel like she wasn't the anonymous quiet rude girl everyone thought she was anymore. She felt like she was revealing too much.
She still shook his hand, she didn't know why. Maybe because she wanted to feel his skin against hers again. Or maybe it was because she wanted to actually try to be normal this time.
He laughed and said "You're supposed to say your name now, and that it's nice to meet me too. God, it's like, basic social skills," "I lack those," was all that came out of her mouth in response.
"I noticed, but I never thought it was that bad."
Even though he said this while smiling, so she would know he was joking, it still hurt. And that pissed her off, because he was telling the truth anyway. It was like she wanted him to think the best of her, but she would never be good enough for that to happen. She was a pessimist.
Sensing the discomfort she so badly tried to hide on her face, he added, "I kinda like that, though. Because, it's like you don't try to act and pretend you like talking to people just for the sake of politeness. You even seem mysterious." She wanted to laugh at this. She was not mysterious at all, and she knew it. But he didn't, apparently, and it made her feel horrible thinking that, if he tried to get to know her, he would be disappointed.
And then she hated herself a bit more.
She now wanted this to over as soon as possible, and she prayed the manager would appear any minute then. But no luck.
She hadn't noticed she had started to look worried, though, and that this had caught Thomas' attention. "Are you alright? Did I say something wrong?" He asked. He was a pleaser. Wherever he went, he liked to make a good impression. He liked it when people liked him, and he tried his hardest. It did annoy him that, at times he didn't know who he was anymore, but he always figured it was okay as long as people accepted him.
She still shook his hand, she didn't know why. Maybe because she wanted to feel his skin against hers again. Or maybe it was because she wanted to actually try to be normal this time.
He laughed and said "You're supposed to say your name now, and that it's nice to meet me too. God, it's like, basic social skills," "I lack those," was all that came out of her mouth in response.
"I noticed, but I never thought it was that bad."
Even though he said this while smiling, so she would know he was joking, it still hurt. And that pissed her off, because he was telling the truth anyway. It was like she wanted him to think the best of her, but she would never be good enough for that to happen. She was a pessimist.
Sensing the discomfort she so badly tried to hide on her face, he added, "I kinda like that, though. Because, it's like you don't try to act and pretend you like talking to people just for the sake of politeness. You even seem mysterious." She wanted to laugh at this. She was not mysterious at all, and she knew it. But he didn't, apparently, and it made her feel horrible thinking that, if he tried to get to know her, he would be disappointed.
And then she hated herself a bit more.
She now wanted this to over as soon as possible, and she prayed the manager would appear any minute then. But no luck.
She hadn't noticed she had started to look worried, though, and that this had caught Thomas' attention. "Are you alright? Did I say something wrong?" He asked. He was a pleaser. Wherever he went, he liked to make a good impression. He liked it when people liked him, and he tried his hardest. It did annoy him that, at times he didn't know who he was anymore, but he always figured it was okay as long as people accepted him.
