The color scheme of the small convenience store was filled with old and new contrast. The walls, so bright, looked like they had been painted with white out. On the other hand, the counter that upholds the old fashion cash register looked like it had been hit with a sander multiple times. Scratches and small incisions were buried in the old, red hardwood surface, adding character to the established table top. Other than those minor aspects, the gas station looked like any other. Nice, freshly mopped floors with the assortment of fountain drinks towards the back of the store. The candy, chip and automotive fluid aisles, respectfully, where they needed to be.
When she walked in, Left was stocking a few shelves.
"I'll be right with you."
Amber, with her sense of humor, replies
"Wow, you would really change your name just for me!? How sweet."
Left, quick witted, figures the word play out and says
"I don't know about that. As far as I know, your name is car wreck. By the way, what is your name?"
While looking at a magizine, not him, she states, "Amber, Amber wRight...why is your name Left?"
Left talks about his name in a short-handed type way.
"High School. Friends went to out of state colleges. My uncle named me Left." You can tell that he gets that question constantly.
As she tries on sunglasses, and smiling in the mini mirror, she replies "Ok, that makes sense, a nick name."
Left is intrigued by her. How she walks aimlessly through the small store. How she walks and carries herself seems to state that even though the wreck took her car, she wasn't going to let it take her happiness. Before he even realized it, her apparent boyfriend had already pulled into the parking lot and walked in the store. The man, wearing khakis, boat shoes, and a long sleeve polo button up, takes one step in the store and stops.
"Let's go Amber." He says it in a demeaning way. Almost like an order. As fast as he arrived, was basically how fast he left, quickly walking back to his car.
As she nonchalantly strolls to the front door, she turns around, and with a gleaming smile,
"Maybe next time I see you, I wont look a mess."
All left can reply with is "But you don't look as mess."
Some how, her smile grows even bigger, and then she turns and walks out the door.
As she begins to get in her boyfriend's car, Left notices that both of them are arguing. He sees her boyfriend yelling and throwing his hands up dramatically. More importantly, he notices Amber. Left can tell by the look in her eyes, as she looks out the car window, without emotion, that she is not happy. That she doesn't feel loved. That she is with someone that she shouldn't be. Body language, that when she was in the gas station, was bubbly, curious and energetic, now slowly faded to sad, unfascinated, borderline depression. Her smile, which was just seconds ago, beaming with uncontrollable happiness, now is overtaken by the unstoppable feeling of unsatisfaction.
Although they just met, all Left can think about is her. All he can think about is making her smile, again. Love, which lived permanently within his heart, now filled his mind, his thoughts, and his words. All he can think about is her.....
