You sheild your eyes from the sun, as if to get a better glimce, stand and wave at them.
"Hey!" You call. "Hey there!"
The two pick up speed...and damn, they look like they just stepped out of a Norman Rockwell painting. Or rather, the husband does. Jeans, rolled up flannel shirt, slightly shaggy hair, but very clean shaven. The woman is wearing a clean-looking business suit, a fresh white blouse, her blonde hair yanked back into a bun that looks painful. If he's from Norman Rockwell, she just stepped out of Forbes.
The man waves. The woman's already false smile becomes even more stilted. You wouldn't have said this was possible if you weren't seeing it happen right in front of you.
"Hi." The man says. He walks up to the stream and glances at the girl, his eyes turning several shades darker...they were blue before. Now they look like rain and lightening. But then he looks back at you, still smiling. "I didn't think anyone lived up here. I'm Don Rosset." He pronounces it Ross-ay. "This is my wife, Delores...and you've met Penny." He waves at the little girl.
You tell them your name. "I just moved in." You say. "I got tired of city life...got in the way of my creativity. No nature. I like it much better up here."
He keeps his smile, but he shifts his weight, he begins twiddling his thumbs, fidgeting with his pockets, all of which are covered and fastened with buttons. You look at Delores, and she looks the same. Still smiling, but you still don't like it.
"How long you been up here?" He asks.
"Three days." You say.
"Got any family?"
"Just my husband, Trevor. He's got business he's got to finish up in town. I'm supposed to meet him here today." You say.
Don nods, then reaches over the stream for the little girl. His smile is wider now, touching on his eyes. Delore's large smile has been dropped down to a small one...something that makes her look suspiciously like a cat.
"I think you both will like it here." Don Rosset says, heaving Penny to his shoulder, taking a firm grip on one fat little leg, his other hand steadying her at the waist. "In fact, Ma'am, I don't think you'll want to leave anytime soon."
He turns to walk away. Delores stays a moment longer.
"When your husband gets here...why don't you come down to our house for dinner? I'm sure we could do something for you...there."
Then she turns and runs to her husband, her heels sinking deep into the ground.
Now why would she say something like that? Just friendliness? You don't think so.