That night I dreamt of knots of string twisting around and around my head. Each time I tried to disentangle myself, the knots would get tighter and hold me back. There was so much confusion going on, but all I wanted was to get free. I didn’t understand what it meant. Was I in chains? Were the knots keeping me from showing my true colors? My true being? I was ashamed of who I was on the inside, so I didn’t let myself be free. I tied myself away from the world and lived a fake life. When I woke up that morning I didn’t remember the dream.
I yawned and stretched, wiggling my toes beneath the soft sheets on my bed. I had finally put my room back together and arranged the furniture just the way I liked it. It had been a few nights since I had slept in my comfy bed, and I really appreciated the feel of the mattress after dealing with the couch.
I had the gift of the early bird. I hardly ever slept in purposely. It was quite lucky actually that I managed to wake up without an alarm clock every morning. I used to think that there was something in my brain that triggered my consciousness at a certain time in the morning and woke me up. Whatever it was, I always had a good night sleep and was never troubled with getting up early for work.
It wasn’t until I realized who was coming that morning, that my heart sank and I buried my face in my pillow. I groaned and clenched my sheet in my fist. Just the thought of Eli Collins had already ruined my day.
Don’t come, don’t come, please don’t come, I thought to myself as I waited anxiously at the front desk of Sheldon Arts. I had brought in at least ten samples of my best work in hopes that Eli might think they were alright for an amateur. Anyone could tell I wasn’t expecting him to actually like any of it.
The door swished as it opened, letting in the morning sunlight across the wooden floor. I shut my eyes tightly, willing myself to believe that nobody was there. Maybe if I ignore him long enough, he’ll leave, I thought.
“Are you okay?” Eli asked. I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me uneasily. He looked extremely handsome up close, and his blue eyes were so breath-taking that I didn’t know what to say.
“I… um,” I mumbled. “Good morning.”
He cocked his head to the side in confusion, but smiled all the same. “Good morning,” he replied. “Emelia, is it?”
“Yes, but you can call me Leah,” I answered shyly. “And you are Eli?”
“Yeah, but you can call me Eli,” he laughed. “Three letters is short enough.”
I tried to laugh, but all that came out was a choked gasp. My heart was throbbing, and I could hardly breathe under his intimidating glance.
“Are you sure, you’re okay?” he asked worriedly.
“I’m fine,” I said too quickly. “I mean, it’s just been awhile since anyone has looked at my junk.”
His eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows in confusion. Almost instantly I realized what I had said wrong.
“Oh, God! I mean, my stuff! No, I mean my paintings!” I could feel the blood rushing to my face. “It’s junk in my opinion.”
He chuckled in response. “I get it.”
I couldn’t believe how idiotic I was being. People never made me nervous. I wasn’t the shy girl. I was the fun, happy, excited girl. What was this guy doing to me? I was being turned inside out. You’re being too dramatic, my conscience told me.
“So, shall I take a look at your junk?” He laughed at his own joke.
“Ha-ha,” I said sarcastically. I pointed to where I had laid out my display, and watched him make his way over. I only prayed that he wouldn’t laugh at it.
At first he just rested his beautiful eyes on the artwork and looked very carefully so not to miss anything. He then furrowed his eyebrows in concentration and folded his arms across his chest. He seemed very interested in his assessment of everything, and he didn’t move for quite some time. After awhile he moved his elbow to rest on his left arm and placed his chin in his palm smartly. At one point I could have sworn he mouthed the word ‘wow’.
Finally, he caught sight of something that forced a question out of him. “This is a fantastic frame,” he said about one painting that I had worked particularly hard on. “Did you make it yourself?”
“I did actually,” I said in surprise. I didn’t think he would notice the detail in the frame.
“How long did it take you?”
“Well, I would estimate that I spent about two months carving it, but I spent a couple more weeks trying to get it just right. I’m kind of a perfectionist.”
“Wow,” he marveled, “and the texture of the brush strokes in the painting look great next to the wood design.”
My jaw dropped. “Really?” I asked.
“Yes, your style of painting is very unique. I’m surprised you aren’t managing yourself by now.”
I could hardly believe what I was hearing. “You like it?”
“You have seriously got to give yourself more credit. For goodness sake, you have a gift, Leah,” Eli said. At least, that was what I thought he said. My increased heart rate was drowning out his voice.
“How much would you like for this one?” he asked, suddenly.
“W-what? As in payment?”
He nodded and smiled. “I was thinking around… six-hundred.”
“DOLLARS?!” I screeched.
He jumped in surprise. “Would you like more?”
“Wait, wait,” I said, trying to control my breathing. “Hold on a minute.” Eli waited patiently, watching me with an amused expression on his face.
“That is way too much,” I sputtered, regaining my voice.
“Well, you said you worked really hard for a long time. Shouldn’t I pay you for the labor?”
“No, no,” I fumed.
“I mean, I feel like I’d be cheating you out of a sale for anything less. Perhaps less money and a coffee would settle it?” Eli suggested.
That got me thinking for a moment. I wouldn’t want to be rude and reject the man for coffee, but I didn’t want to take his money either. I was stuck.
“Look,” I said, taking control of the situation. “Take it. It’s yours.” He looked like he was about to object, but I cut him off. “If it’s such a big deal, then… I’ll settle for that coffee.”
“I can’t possibly,” he said. “That’s not fair.”
“Just think of it as a very-first-customer discount,” I smiled. I was feeling generous that day. I thought that maybe Eli would put the word out of my amazing gift if I let him take home my junk.
“You’re a saint,” he chuckled. Then he looked at me seriously with a small smile on his lips. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you.”
He looked at his painting again, admiring it quietly. “It must be amazing to be able to create stuff like this all the time. I only wish I was as good as you painters.”
I looked at him in confusion. “But, I thought you were an artist,” I said, bewildered.
“What gave you that idea?” Eli snorted.
“Well, Denise was going on and on about how talented you are…”
“Not at painting. I’m not that kind of artist.” The way he said this made it clear that he wasn’t going to tell me what it was that he had a talent for. I didn’t pry.
*****
“So, is he cute or what?” Amber asked impatiently, leaning closer to me across the dinner table. I hardly even heard her because I was so lost in my thoughts. I began to mash my ravioli with my fork absentmindedly.
Amber and I had been eating dinner at our favorite bistro when I told her about my first fan. She, being my best friend since high school, was trying to squeeze every juicy detail out of me about the guy. Getting ahead in my line of work was the least of her worries.
“Leah!” she snapped, getting my attention. I sat upright and flung my fork across the table right on top of her pizza. She groaned and flicked it off her plate. “You’re not listening.”
“Sorry,” I smiled sheepishly. “I’m just thinking about what Denise is going to say.”
“Denise, Denise,” she muttered, flipping her wavy red hair behind her shoulder. “All you care about is your boss. Did it ever occur to you that maybe Eli is interested? I mean, he was practically begging you for a date.”
“Hah!” I snorted. “I guy like that would definitely not be paying any attention to a girl like me.”
“Why? What is so different about him? He’s just a guy.”
“No, he’s not just any guy. He’s special,” I heard myself say. I felt like an idiot the minute the words escaped me.
Amber rolled her eyes. “If he’s so ‘special’, then why let him get away? He’s yours for the taking.”
“You don’t know that,” I pointed out. “He could have a girlfriend, or maybe he’s married.”
“If he were either of those things, why would he ask you out?”
“Because he’s a good person. He wanted to give me six-hundred dollars remember?”
“Yeah, and if that doesn’t get your attention, I don’t know what will,” she sighed, giving up. Amber had been with her boyfriend for almost a year, so she knew what it was like to have a man she could depend on. I, on the other hand, was not so fortunate with boys in the past. My last boyfriend, Ian, turned out to be a disaster after I caught him in my dorm room with some freshman girl. I didn’t date anyone after that senior year of college.
“Okay, so what if I do date him, and he turns out just like Ian?” I asked.
“And what if he doesn’t? Not all guys are like that, Leah. I mean, you even said it yourself. Eli’s special.” Amber was staring at me with her big blue eyes as if forcing me to believe her. “Just let it work itself out. If it’s not meant to be then that’s that.”
I sighed. “He is pretty adorable.”
Amber grinned. “So, tell me everything.”