Stitch

 I think I've waited a long time for someone to give me the attention I think I so deserve. Maybe I do and maybe I don't, but that doesn't change the fact that I am so desperate to be seen and understood.

"Oh, I'm sorry Angela. I'm really sorry for this." Mary bumped into me from behind and spilled her drink on my skirt. But this feels like just another moment where I am trying to comprehend my worth.

"Its ok Mary. Its fine. I'll just go and wash. Don't worry." I put my drink down and leave her standing in the hallway worried. I cannot care less when my mind is always whirring. And anyways, Mary is always a gawky type.

Pushing the restroom door, I get inside and nearly jump when I see a tall guy checking himself in the mirror with his arms up. I didn't mean to scare him but my deathly toned gasp did. He quickly turned around to meet my eyes.

We stood there in this position for a while checking on each other. I don't know what made me stop in my tracks, anything rarely does these days except people ignoring me. But this...his eyes feel like I've finally met a contact with someone.

I break the contact first anyways, snapping myself out of a riddled trance and walk over to the wash basin.

"Um...I was just checking if my bandage didn't come undone. I should've locked the door. I'm sorry." He says as I continue washing the stain out of my skirt. His voice is one of those confident ones who haven't had enough matured conversations to talk much rational and to the point. I expected it from him. But maybe my expectations are the one letting me down.

"Its fine. Its a restroom anyways." I say nonchalantly.

"My name is Joy. I'm a freshman in computer science."

My brows furrow and I look up at his fair face. "But this is a party of designers." I don't believe in telling him my name yet.

His breath hitches ever so slightly before locking in. "Um yes but my friend insisted so I came."

"No wonder you're bored and hiding here then checking your bandage." I scoff. He chuckled as well.

"Yeah well. Do you want to share your designs? I might have a knack for them." I stare hard at him through the mirror.

"Really?" A smile breaks my face. Nobody ever asks for my designs but here this tall boulder is standing and requesting something which is not even his field of expertise. Well, I could do something with this boring party anyways. "OK." So I close the tap which has nearly washed off all my stains and pull out my phone to my pdf of art. I show it to him.

A minute later he releases a heavy breath. "Wow this is amazing. Um..what's your name?" He raises an eyebrow and the thing does something to my stomach. I shake my head slightly nagging off the feeling.

"Um, Angela." I smile at him for someone finally appreciated my designs tucked in the corner of a fuckimg secluded world. He breached in somehow. Or I let him.

"Angela these are amazing. Can I show these to my friends? Maybe at the next party they'd wear something made by you." He passes a soft grin. My heart does a leap at the idea. Its beautiful, its something I've always wanted but ever offered like this? I had no idea.

"Oh.. well. Ok." I happily give him my number and the pdf. My skin feels warm and like bright sunshine suddenly. We talk a bit more before he decides to leave while I say i need more time washing the full stain off which got cut off for our conversation. He was just about to leave when something clicked my mind.

"Will you care to wear my designs?" It was a simple question but subtle enough for me to get a hint, even a bit, if he really cares. Answers carry a lot of weight in my fragile world.

"Of course. Something in red, maybe." He leaves after a smile, and my heart does a full bungee jump from a cliff when I remember I had mentioned in the pdf under many designs that red is my favorite color. Finally, someone cares.