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compared to
your lofty, money palace,” I said. I knew how much of a fool I was
sounding but I couldn’t stop myself.
    “Katherine,” he said as he walked over to me.
When people call you by your real name, especially after you just
told them your nickname, it usually means they are serious.
    “I don’t want you to treat me like I’m some
kind of, I don’t know, Hollywood douchebag, because I’m not. Don’t
think I’m different just because I did a little modeling or acting
here and there. It truly is no big deal. That was a life I left
behind. I’m a graphic designer now, and I’m happy doing this.”
    I look into his eyes, and I nodded. It was
hard to speak when I did look into them.
    “Now, where are those sketchbooks?”
    I led him into my bedroom––he helped me keep
my balance on the way there––and stopped him just before I opened
my closet door. I wasn’t about to let him see all of my
unmentionables right off the bat. I was a little more than tipsy,
but I wasn’t crazy.
    “Look away,” I told him, and he looked at me
weirdly. “I’m serious. Look away or you go home without seeing
them.”
    “All right, all right.”
    I grabbed a couple of my sketchbooks from a
shelf at the top of my closet. I made sure to grab some of the
later ones, the ones I had drawn in high school, the better stuff.
As I exited my closet, I saw him sitting on my bed and I was taken
aback.
    “Um, you don’t have any chairs in here so I
figured I’d just sit here.”
    I stayed silent.
    “Uh oh, I was too forward again, wasn’t
I?”
    “No, no. You’re right. No chairs,” I said as
I sat next to him and handed him a book. He slowly flipped through
it, nodding every now and then as he did, a quiet ‘wow’ slipping
from his lips every other drawing. Then, he stopped at one I did in
my sophomore years.
    “Kathy, this one. Please explain,”
    “Um, well, basically, I was sitting under a
tree at lunch, thinking of things to draw, when I thought to
myself, why not draw this tree. So, I moved to a point where I
could see the whole thing and just started sketching. Of course, I
couldn’t finish it all in one sitting, so I did this over a period
of, maybe about a week. It started off just being the tree, but I
couldn’t stop myself, and just drew the whole scene. That’s the
cafeteria back there, and that’s the main hall over here.”
    “This is not a sketch, this is a work of art
Kathy. I am truly blown away by your skill. And at such a young
age, too. This… I really can’t find the words.”
    And he didn't have to, because right
then––and I’m blaming it on the strength provided to me by the
alcohol––I lurched forward and started kissing him. But that wasn’t
the surprising part. No, the surprising part was that he was
kissing me back. This gorgeous, rich, successful, young guy, a guy
I would have never believed was in my league, was kissing me back.
A simple nerdy, and now drunk, girl from Utah was actually making
out with a dude whose visage was plastered on the walls of an
Abercrombie and Fitch. And it felt fantastic. It sent tingly
feelings up my spine; tingly was another feeling I wasn’t used to.
After a few more blissful moments spent with my lips pressed
against his, I, for some strange reason, pulled away.
    “What’s wrong? He asked, very innocently.
    “Nothing. It’s just…”
    “Just what?”
    “I’m just this little graphic designer girl.
Why on Earth would you be kissing me?”
    “Well, you kissed me first.”
    “But you didn’t push me back.”
    “Why would I push you back?”
    “You could have any type of model girl you
wanted, but you’re here making out with me, a nobody, and…” He
brought his finger to my lips to shut me up. Then he reached under
my hair and placed his hand gently on the back of my neck and
brought my head close to his so that I our foreheads were touching,
and we were, once again, staring into each other’s eyes.
    “What did I just say back