“Hey Martin,” she came up with while still adjusting her clothes. “What's going on?” she asked him trying to come across as if nothing in this area was going on. Especially nothing like the fact that she would have let Nathan taker her right then and there in the hallway was written all over her red blushed face. “Just wanted to say, I hope you two have a good time,” Martin said looking at Lily raising his eyes that said – not too good. “And to remind you I will be at the hospital most of the night, or all of the night depending what nurse is working.” He paused and searched for something else to say. “So, yeah ... I won't be here,” he said starting to get uncomfortable. “Not saying you have to come back here and do anything.” He heard himself and he realized he was sounding like a father. “Or that you can't.” Now he was overcompensating. “I have to go,” he said walking past them. Trying not to look Martin in the eyes Nathan coughed. “Give Todd my best, I'll probably visit him tomorrow, but tell him, tell him I said hello,” he clumsily finished not wanting to start digging his own hole. Martin suddenly remembered what Todd told him and turned to look at Nathan. He did not want to, but he promised Todd that if he saw Nathan before he did, he would. “Todd told me about the book, it was a very nice gesture my friend, thank you,” he said, but seemed to be getting nervous. “No, not at all Martin, I was happy to.” “What book?” Lily asked intrigued. “It was nothing,” Nathan said trying to down play it. “It was not nothing mi amigo,” Martin said turning to Lily. “He gave Todd a special book.” “Oh,” Lily said wondering what a special book meant. “That's nice.” “Not just any book,” Martin said holding up his finger. “It was mis amores favor... ... middle of paper ... ...dest thing he has ever done. “Do you like French?” he asked leaning back. “Um, are we talking about food?” They both started to laugh and he kissed her gently letting his lips feel hers once again. He didn't want to stop, but he did and smiled. “French food,” he said opening the door. “I don't know,” she said relieved he had the strength she did not. “We can try the other later,” Nathan said clearing a way for her to put on her shoes. She chuckled as she struggled getting her second shoe on. “Oh Yeah, should I be scared?” “No, no,” Nathan assured her. “You might want to stretch beforehand,” he said then laughed. “Oh my, are we talking Olympic caliber?” she asked standing up with both shoes finally on. He gazed into her eyes and smiled. “I am already having an amazing time.” “Me too,” she agreed smiling back. “Shall we?” he said leading her out the door. “We shall.”
“this is going to be a treasure” Kristina stated from the other side of the room
“Thank you, sir. I just don’t understand what’s happening, this seems so surreal...Mr. Morris, Where is Lizzie?”
“Hmm… Your ankles are getting stronger. Would you consider going to Patterson's before our next session to purchase a pair of pointe shoes?” she asked, examining at my feet.
“Oh I can help you right now. I would need to amputate your leg and-” Tom started.
“A souvenir, as part of your wand stockpile of treasures. My job is done. I can…” Orson’s words trailed off.
“Oh you noticed!” Rachel said trying to be coy, “You looking pretty sexy today too babe!” she then wrapped her arms around his waist and pecked him on the cheek.
The author explains that Roxanne’s “mother was out of her mind with fear and worry” (Foggo, 87). This shows that her family is struggling because they concerned about Joel’s absence. However, Mr. Morgan, a close friend of the family who is also Roxannes teacher, comes to help them out in their time of worry. Roxanne explains, “so he just came. He was the first person who was calm about the whole thing. Not calm like I don’t care, but calm like everything will be okay” (Foggo, 87). This shows how Mr.Morgan is sympathizing with Roxanne’s family and is trying to help them as best as he can. Here it is seen that once again, it is friends and family who are always willing to help you though the tough time in life.
“Well, I’m safe for now,” she thought to herself, as she began to stride happily across th...
“So, did you?” Winston interrupted with suspicion of Julia not loving him anymore. He was expecting her to tell him directly, and could not be patient enough for a story.
“Wilson,” I called out, receiving no response. “Wilson?” He stayed slumped in the chair, eyes casted on the ground, refusing to make eye contact or any other sign of acknowledgement. “Wilson!” I yelled, causing him to flinch, his eyes finally meeting mine. There was sadness clear as day in his eyes, but no, he did not deserve to be sad. He did not have any reason. He didn’t love her. He couldn’t provide for her. Not like I could- or would.
“Well, here’s to the lion,” Wilson said. He smiled at me again. I didn’t smile back, I just turned my head to study
“Why are you here?” Violet asks. Then I see her eyes land on my outfit. Her amber eyes widened. “Oh. That makes sense. Did you really get confused for me?”
As she peeled her head off the cold cement, she came face to face with some rather huge boots. "Are you alright?" a deep voice asked.
On the kitchen floor he set her down, held her in his arms, and kissed her. “Thanks.”
“I borrowed this books from this guy in my literature class. He needs them back but I got called in for a shift at work, so he’s gonna come by and pick them up after his class,” she explains as she changes into her work uniform. “You don’t mind giving it to him when he gets here, right?”