Meeting Him

Everly walked towards one corner of the room where a man sat alone. She lowered herself onto the chair across from him, speaking into the phone quickly. “Look Hayden just tell them that I wasn’t feeling well and I’ve gone to sleep.” The man turned his head to look at her and she lowered her voice, “I’ve got to go now. I’ll call them in the morning. I love you, goodnight.” She hung up the phone, shoving it back into her purse. “You’ve interrupted my quiet corner.” Everly looked up at the man. He spoke with a heavy accent. Her first impression was that he had funny hair. It was black and sleeked back, the sides of his head had been shaved, his mohawk made of thick long dark hair. Everly took all of these things in quickly, deciding that the hairstyle worked incredibly well for him. “Your quiet corner?”                                                                                                                          “Yes, mine.” He said, lifting a half smoked cigarette to his mouth. Everly looked out at the people talking in the room. “Why have you come here if you were going to claim your own little corner to be quiet in?”                                                                                                                                                   “I like to observe people instead of talk to them.” Everly raised an eyebrow, “Alright then.” She searched the room and gestured to a man talking to a woman. “What is that man thinking right now?” He looked at the two for a few moments and then smirked, “He’s planning on taking her home to mess around but she’s not.” Everly nodded, “I can agree with that. How about that girl?” He looked over at the girl Everly pointed to. She was quite skinny with her hair pulled back in a tight bun. She kept pulling at the bottom of her dress as if with sheer will she could make it longer. “She’s waiting for someone to chat her up.”                                                                                                           
“Wrong.” Everly said, “She has no desire to be here. She is uncomfortable in her dress, she is biting her lip from nervousness. She was probably dragged here reluctantly by a friend. If anything she should be here in your quiet corner.” Her eyes left the girl and landed back on him. He ran a hand through his hair and took another puff off his cigarette. “And you.” She squinted her eyes at him, taking in the way he was sitting. He was sat back, his left arm draped over the back of the couch he occupied, one ankle crossed over his leg. “You aren’t here because you like to observe people. You are in this corner because you’re either bored of everyone else or you’re annoyed by their presence here. So you sit back and watch them, laughing at the man who has his hopes high for taking a girl home. The truth is you find yourself quite entitled.” Everly finished talking, smiling to herself. She had no idea who this guy was but she did like to have a guess. The man was silent for a few moments before he said simply, “And why are you here?” Everly shrugged, “I needed to get away. Have a bit of fun, converse with mankind.”                                                                                                     
“Away from what?” He asked, finishing his cigarette and flicking it onto the ashtray on the table in front of him. She smiled, “Now that is not something you can or will observe. But I’ll leave you to your silent judging. My apologies for disturbing your corner of self pity.” She stood up to leave but stopped when he said, “You’re not here for the people either, love.” She turned back around, sitting down slowly. “Go on. I’ve always wondered what people who know nothing think of me.” She leaned forward and whispered mysteriously, “Who am I?” The man gave a short laugh and sat up, his arms on his knees. He looked even better close up. “I don’t know who you are but I know you are not here for the people. I don’t know what you’re trying to escape from but I know these people aren’t what you’re escaping to. You talk a big confident game but your body tells me you’re hopelessly insecure.” Everly sat up straight, glaring at him. “What makes you so sure I’m not here for the people?” The man smiled, his dark eyes summing her up, “Because you’re nothing like them. They are materialistic and uncaring whereas you are aware and unseeing.” Everly sat there, not sure what to say. Knightley came to her rescue, swooping down on them. “Everly we need to go.” She said angrily. Everly looked up at her friend. “Wha…” 
“I just need to get out of here.” Knightley looked over her shoulder into the crowd. “Did you get in a fight with Archie?”                                                     
“Yes can we please go?” Everly nodded, “I’ll meet you downstairs in a minute.” Knightley looked the man Everly was sitting with up and down and then walked away. Everly turned back to him. He was lighting another cigarette. “Well this was a nice chat.” She told him as he blew out a stream of smoke, “Shame I’ll never know if I was right.” He answered. Everly couldn’t help but smile and say, “I don’t think we’ll ever truly know who anyone in this room is.” He leaned back in the chair and said, “Terrible to think I’ll only ever have guessed at your mystery, since it’s the only one in this room that matters.” Everly gave him a cocky smile, “Is it now? I couldn’t help but wonder solely about yours.” The man grinned and winked, lifting his cigarette to his lips again. “It was nice not knowing you.” She said before turning away. She heard him speak once more behind her, “You don’t know how awfully true that is my dear.” She left him there, thinking of the way his mouth moved when he talked. She liked it.

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