I saw no point in delaying, no point at all in holding back that first step.
Whatever's gonna happen is gonna happen, right? Pointless turning my stomach into an anxiety-meadow of butterflies over something completely out of my control.
Attractive. Not attractive. I didn't need these kinds of validation from anyone else when I already got them from the people that mattered most.
Still, as I stepped forward front and center facing those million ogling stares, I don't suppose it'd hurt getting a few arms raised in the air to my self-worth.
Pretty please?
My entire Christmas sorta depends on it.
"So, name!" The elf chimed, pacing a narrow ring around me. "His name is… um…"
I flicked my eyes briefly in her direction, seeing her in pause, both hands shuffling and rifling through her deck of forms.
"Number seven… number seven…" a mutter, a chuckle, then with a smile, she turned the crowd. "I lost number seven, whoops!"