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Why should I bother checking my compliments bag? That’s what Zach had asked me a little while back. He was just making conversation I guess but there’s a good reason I checked them. Not that I’m some wonderful person who gets tons of compliments from people. I just get one every time. Today was no different. I reached into the brown paper bag with my name on it and pulled out a folded piece of lined paper. I unfolded it to see another cute drawing of a bunny.
This time it was laying on its stomach with a word bubble above it that read, “I’m a rabbit. Et cetera.”
A little smile formed on my face. It’s the little things that get me.
Sheri tells me that she wishes she got something good like that.
Keep wishing Sheri. He’s mine.
I kept wondering who drew all these and I have a pretty good idea when Helmet quickly turns away when I look over to him yet again.
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I glanced over to him as he arranged candy boxes at The Crestmont concession stand. He was a hard worker, so determined. Clay must’ve gotten the feeling he was being watched and turned to me.
“What?” Clay asked me, nervously.
He must've thought he did something wrong. I smiled softly at him as I tapped my fingers on the counter.
“I don’t know Helmet. It’s just that I’ve been getting these awesome drawings in my compliments bag and I’m in a good mood,” I tell him.
He swallowed and turned red. His eyes darted around.
I giggled. “Go on. Say ‘Yes Hannah, I drew the bunnies.’ It’s okay. I won’t hurt you,” I said with a smirk.
Clay tensed up and began fidgeting before turning to look at me.
“I, uh, I…okay Hannah, I drew the bunnies. I hope you liked them,” he said nervously.
I smiled. “I love them! They’re so cute!” I told him.
Clay smiled in relief.
“Oh great. Yeah they’re just a little…something, I don’t know, I like to doodle,” he said as he reached for another candy box.
Clay looked so cute when he’s nervous.
I chuckled. “Relax Helmet. They’re the only compliments I get so thank you, I really appreciate it.”
Clay smiled and fidgeted a little.
“Don’t mention it,” he replied.
I felt warm inside. He has no idea just how much I meant what I said.
It’s no wonder I like this guy.