it rustled through my hair.
“I really didn’t want to come to this party,” Rachel confessed.
“You don’t seem like the type,” I agreed.
“I just… ugh, my agent made me, said it will be good for making connections,” Rachel complained, “I’m just so sick of doing things that don’t include actual model work. I’m not a model if I’m not in shows and ads…” she sighed. She sat down on a bench off to the side of the porch by what looked like the hotel’s garden. I sat beside her and looked on sympathetically.
“I know what it feels like,” I admitted.
“How so?” Rachel asked.
“I know what I want to do with my life… but a lot of people say it isn’t what I’m meant for,” I said.
Rachel hummed. “I know that feeling. No one wanted me to become a model but it was something I really enjoyed,” Rachel sighed.
“Doesn’t sound the same right now, though?”
“That’s just because of my agent, Charlie. He doesn’t understand I want more than just to socialize,” Rachel explained.
“Maybe you need a new agent,” I suggested.
“I like Charlie though, he is really understanding…” Rachel said. “How about you? What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a freelancer,” I began, and I wasn’t lying.
“Doing what?” Rachel asked.
“Small jobs, whatever people need done,” I said.
“That sounds… really sketchy to be honest,” said Rachel. “Why are you at this party if that’s what you do?”
“I had business here, but it’s finished now,” I skirted.
“That doesn’t answer my question,” Rachel said with a bit of anger. Her eyes seemed to flit and realized something. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be so nosey.´
“It’s alright, I understand your curiosity, I’m just not allowed to tell you,” I explained.
“Fair enough, Shawn,” she said.
We sat for a moment in the silence. The breeze picked up and I saw Rachel shiver from the corner of my eye. I took off my jacket and placed it on her shoulders. She looked up at me in surprise.
“Thank you…” she said.
I just smiled in reply. I wanted to put my arm around her shoulder but knew that would be crossing the line.
“Sometimes I wonder why the world is so unfair,” I mused.
“What do you mean?” Rachel asked.
“Giving us gifts for things that we don’t enjoy,” I said. “Being good at math but not using it seems like a waste, but if it’s not chasing your dreams, then it’s not something you will enjoy,” I explained.
“I understand what you mean,” Rachel agreed.
The moon peeked out from the clouds, bathing us both in its light.
“Let’s go back inside,” Rachel said.
“Sure,” I agreed, we were teetering too much on a subject that was close to my heart.
Inside, I followed Rachel up some stairs. Suddenly, she turned around and smashed her lips against mine. I was so surprised my eyes went wide and I almost partially transformed from the excitement. Rachel pulled away.
“Is this okay?” she asked with confusion clear on her face.
“Its fine,” I said and kissed her lightly back, “as long as it’s okay with you.”
CHAPTER THREE
“Shawn”
The air was filled with the chirping of birds. Spring was here and the flowers were returning after the cold winter. The sun was high in the sky and the weather was the perfect combination of refreshing and warm. Mom was in the kitchen peeling apples for me as a snack, I hated the skin. I kicked my feet back and forth underneath me as I sat in a chair too high for my small childish stature.
“Mom?” I called out.
“Yes, Shawn,” she answered.
“Do you think I’ll be a sparrow like you one day?” I asked.
“You might be a snake like your father,” she said.
“That’s okay! They’re both good!” I smiled.
“And why is that?” my mother asked happily.
“That’s because both are good for being an assassin!” I answered.
“That’s very true, my love. Both are very good for that,” my mother