Her hands were warm, unusually so, and there was something about her smile that made his stomach flip, and not in a good way.
Greeting each other as they usually did, they began walking in the direction of his parents’ house for their first meeting with her, his new girlfriend. It was the first time they would be meeting a girlfriend of his, and though he had been feeling pretty good about it – Jessica was an amazing person – he now felt a sense of unease.
As they walked hand in hand, he was very aware and conscious of the fact that there was something different about her. There were no obvious changes; she still looked the same height; her dirty blonde hair was still long, just touching the curve of her buttocks; even the trio of freckles that graced her neck were still in place; but there was something very very different about her. Something in her being had shifted; something about the way she made him feel. Something was not right.
She had been talking away whilst his mind was trying to figure out what had changed. When she came to a pause, expecting him to make some kind of response to what she had been saying, he simply blurted,
“Who are you? And where’s the real Jessica?”
Stopping in his tracks, he looked agitated and confused. “You are not the person I’ve come to know. You are not my Jessica!” He declared.
She looked into his eyes, and scrunched her mouth to one side, considering her words;
“I am Jessica. It’s just…” she trailed off.
He stood waiting for an answer to his questions, examining her face as the world rushed around them. It was her eyes – there was something different about her eyes.
“I was hoping that I’d ease you into this more gently,” she continued, “in my own time, when our relationship wasn’t still so new”
“Ease me into what?” he shuffled his feet awkwardly, placing his hands in his pockets.
Taking a deep breath, she spoke quietly, with just a hint of hesitation,
“There are things about me that can change… depending on the kind of mood that I am in. It was something I was born with. When people find out, they just think I’m some kinda freak”
He stood there pretending to consider what she had just admitted, trying not to snigger at something that sounded so absurd.
She continued, ‘So right now, I’m feeling nervous. As well as butterflies in my stomach, my hands aren’t their usual cool temperature, and my eyes have probably taken on a yellowy, orange kind of tinge.”
“So… you’re kinda like a mood ring?” he mused
She stared at him, a little unimpressed, before giggling at his suggestion;
“Yes,” she laughed, playfully hitting his chest, “exactly like a mood ring… You do not want to see me when I am angry” she pointed at him in mock warning.
Taking her unusually warm hand in his, he swung their arms as they carried on walking to his parents’ house.
He considered what he had just found out;
“Hey, if I can tell what mood you are in, I’ll know how to make you feel better. Making me the best boyfriend ever!”