D i n o - M o
Shirtless Citizen
- Being up all night had become a common occurrence for Brent Tourney these past few days, and as much as he hated having such a messed up sleep schedule and going off of caffeine day by day—he knew in the end it was worth it. The male had it inside of his head that the event he was planning had to be perfect. There was no room for failure—and if something went wrong, he’d never forgive himself. Proposing was something he planned to do once. Ever since he was a young boy, stuck watching those Disney movies with this foster sisters…he knew he had to find the one. The one that he would grow old and wrinkly with, the one that he could tell everything to, and most importantly the one that he had no fear of ever being cheated on with. Saige happened to be the one. So, it seemed like it was time for him to take all the right steps. Come up with the best date, find the best ring. Which was what he was doing now, and what he had been doing for the past—he didn’t even know how long anymore. The days had all somehow morphed together into one long scavenger hunt on google to find just the right ring. Or at least, the right store that could carry the right ring.
Rubbing at his eyes tiredly, the male let out a long sigh. Every store link he clicked on led him nowhere. Brent wasn’t losing hope, but he was slowly growing more and more exhausted. Even the caffeine started to feel like it wasn’t working. Just as Brent was about to click out of the internet to shut off his laptop to sleep, a small ad popped up on the side advertising an antique store. With his curiosity piqued, the male double clicked on the ad. There wasn’t much on the website, and to be honest it wasn’t much to look at. But it said something about there being a wide selection of items. The brunette stifled a yawn as he picked up and pen and paper to write down the address of the store. It seemed promising, and hopefully it would help end all of his problems. Just the possibility of sleep had the twenty-two year old jumping up from his chair and making a quick stop in his bathroom to get ready.
After about twenty minutes, Brent was showered and dressed for the day. His hair was a bit damp—and if it were any colder than it was outside, the brunette probably would have taken the time to actually dry the mess. Time seemed like an issue now however, and messing with his hair didn’t seem as important as finding the perfect ring for his girlfriend. Plopping down on his bed, the tale male bent over and picked up the pair of converse that lay on the ground before him. Once they were on, he reached over for the hoodie beside him and slipped that one as well. Brent grabbed his wallet and car keys next before heading out of his apartment. The brunette had another eight hours or so before Saige got home and he had another four or five hours before he had to set up for the photo-shoot later on today.
“Photo-shoot…” The words fell from his lips in a quiet whisper, and the male made a note to mentally smack himself later. How could he have forgotten about his own job? All he’d obsessed about for the past couple days had been engagement rings and romantic ways to propose. Brent hadn’t even bothered to find time to edit the prints from his last shoot, let alone think about any ideas for the one that was going to happen today. His clients weren’t going to be thrilled. With a light shake of his head, the male pushed those thoughts from his head completely before getting into his car and taking the quick drive down towards Winterbury.
Having lived in that town for a good amount of time in his life, he could probably list everything in it backwards and forwards…yet, until now, he had never heard of this antique shop. It seemed a little odd to the male, but at the same time Brent figured that it had opened while he had been away. This town held too many memories for the brunette and the thought of returning— even if he did live only five miles away—seemed unsettling. Just the thought of driving by the graveyard and passing Charlotte’s grave had him frowning. Maybe he could go another route, and completely avoid the confrontation. This young adult wasn’t ready to open that wound again just yet.
A quick shiver ran down his spine, and Brent let out a quick breath making sure to focus on driving. Going on maybe three hours of sleep in the past two-three day’s and taking a drive really wasn’t the smartest thing in the world—but he was desperate. Or at least, he just felt desperate. Just as he got to the small shop, the brunette could feel his eyes begin to droop. His fatigue was setting in and the only thing he cared about was setting sights on the perfect ring. Brent parked his car, and stepped out locking it behind him before making a quick dash into the shop. He spotted a raven haired female standing by front counter and assumed she was waiting for the owner of the shop to show him/herself. Letting his eyes drift away from the girl, Brent finally started on the task at hand: find the perfect engagement ring…and fast.
Not only was he in need of a nap, but from the moment he entered the shop he almost felt like he was being watched. As if there were other people besides the one at the counter, just standing around…waiting. Shaking that thought from his head as soon as it began the brunette started to scan the multiple items. From knives to toys to diaries, this shop really did have it all. But, there didn’t seem to be an engagement ring anywhere. Slouching his shoulders just a bit, and letting out a frustrated sigh Brent was about to turn on his heel and walk out of the shop. Until his hazelnut eyes spotted it shimmering in the distance, the perfect ring. Taking a few quick strides, and almost pressing his face and hands to the glass, looked at it. The ring was gorgeous, plus it seemed so lonely just lying there on the shelf, practically begging to be placed on a finger until the end of time. Brent could almost hear it calling his name, and knew at that moment it was the one for Saige.
The male started his way towards the front desk now, taking a spot right behind the raven haired girl from earlier. Apparently the owner still hadn’t shown up. With a frown forming on his lips he took a quick step to the side and then towards the desk spotting a little bell. Pressing it down once, he waited for a moment. But seeing as no one was coming still, he tried it a second and a third time until he was ringing it constantly just to be annoying.
“Hello? Is anyone here? We need some help!”
