Facebook account. Excited to see that her red notifications icon read 14, she began to look through them. One of her guy friends from Texas had written on her page I miss ya, come home soon. Naomi smiled and began to write back. When she was home she hadnât paid that boy no attention in school, but she had to admit she missed him, too. She missed all her people from back home, and she missed not feeling out of place. As she was typing back, I miss you, too. Iâll be home for the holidays, she noticed Tyreek exit the office in which the meeting was being held and walk in her direction. She instantly glanced at her reflection in the computer screen again to see how she looked. Remembering what Kevin had said, she knew she wasnât looking like she belonged on the cover of a magazine, but she wanted to at least look presentable. By the time he reached her cubicle, she had already smoothed her hair down and licked her lips.
âHey, is Max in today?â he asked Naomi.
âYes, but he went down to the art department,â she replied.
âOK. Can you tell him Tyreek came by?â
âSure.â
Before she could say any more, Tyreek walked back to where he had come from. Naomi watched him walk away and felt a bit disappointed that she couldnât keep his attention any longer than a few seconds. She understood that they hadnât really gotten to know each other yetâthe extent of their conversations was usually a few words or a question and answer. Still, she didnât get why he couldnât just take a second to ask how she was doing or ask her name, even. In her opinion, guys always took a second to say at least a few words to most girls. Naomi had seen Tyreek on many occasions laughing and chatting it up with girls who worked there, flirting as well, so she knew he wasnât some antisocial, quiet guy. She felt under par, knowing he didnât care to even be cordial with her. Damn, am I that far from his league that he couldnât even acknowledge me? she thought.
Once he was out of sight, she looked back at her Facebook page profile picture. She was attractive, but she didnât highlight her attributes. She wore loose-fitting clothes that covered her 34-C breasts and her size-six waist. She kept her hair pulled back in a ponytail most days, and she wore no makeup at all, aside from lip gloss. She had light brown skin with jet-black hair and brown eyes. Back home in college she was considered one of the pretty girls at her school. Sheâd had a boyfriend, but on a regular basis there were different guys trying to talk to her. Even though sheâd turned the guys down because she was madly in love with Charles, she enjoyed the attention because she hadnât gotten much of it in junior high and high school. Her confidence level had skyrocketed in college, but ever since she had moved to New York, she felt overlooked and unattractive. Most of the girls in New York City were pretty, fashionable, and bubbly. In comparison to them, Naomi was no triple threat.
As she stared at her profile picture, she started to think about her high school days when she wasnât that popular. Looking at her picture, she realized she looked pretty much the same as she did back then, give or take a few things. She began to wonder if she just simply wasnât all that attractive. It didnât make her feel any better that Tyreek had just treated her almost like she was invisible. Something wasnât working in her favor.
Because her boss was out to lunch, Naomi decided to make a quick call to Devora.
âI donât know why it seems like he just looks right through me,â Naomi said.
âWell, do you guys have a reason to speak, or do you try to start a conversation?â Devora replied.
âYou know Iâm not going to try to start talking to him. I wouldnât even know what to say.â
âYou ask a question, thatâs the best way. Ask about something to
âHey, is Max in today?â he asked Naomi.
âYes, but he went down to the art department,â she replied.
âOK. Can you tell him Tyreek came by?â
âSure.â
Before she could say any more, Tyreek walked back to where he had come from. Naomi watched him walk away and felt a bit disappointed that she couldnât keep his attention any longer than a few seconds. She understood that they hadnât really gotten to know each other yetâthe extent of their conversations was usually a few words or a question and answer. Still, she didnât get why he couldnât just take a second to ask how she was doing or ask her name, even. In her opinion, guys always took a second to say at least a few words to most girls. Naomi had seen Tyreek on many occasions laughing and chatting it up with girls who worked there, flirting as well, so she knew he wasnât some antisocial, quiet guy. She felt under par, knowing he didnât care to even be cordial with her. Damn, am I that far from his league that he couldnât even acknowledge me? she thought.
Once he was out of sight, she looked back at her Facebook page profile picture. She was attractive, but she didnât highlight her attributes. She wore loose-fitting clothes that covered her 34-C breasts and her size-six waist. She kept her hair pulled back in a ponytail most days, and she wore no makeup at all, aside from lip gloss. She had light brown skin with jet-black hair and brown eyes. Back home in college she was considered one of the pretty girls at her school. Sheâd had a boyfriend, but on a regular basis there were different guys trying to talk to her. Even though sheâd turned the guys down because she was madly in love with Charles, she enjoyed the attention because she hadnât gotten much of it in junior high and high school. Her confidence level had skyrocketed in college, but ever since she had moved to New York, she felt overlooked and unattractive. Most of the girls in New York City were pretty, fashionable, and bubbly. In comparison to them, Naomi was no triple threat.
As she stared at her profile picture, she started to think about her high school days when she wasnât that popular. Looking at her picture, she realized she looked pretty much the same as she did back then, give or take a few things. She began to wonder if she just simply wasnât all that attractive. It didnât make her feel any better that Tyreek had just treated her almost like she was invisible. Something wasnât working in her favor.
Because her boss was out to lunch, Naomi decided to make a quick call to Devora.
âI donât know why it seems like he just looks right through me,â Naomi said.
âWell, do you guys have a reason to speak, or do you try to start a conversation?â Devora replied.
âYou know Iâm not going to try to start talking to him. I wouldnât even know what to say.â
âYou ask a question, thatâs the best way. Ask about something to
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