Getting to Know Agatha Primrose
My name is Garrett Grant and I think I’m in love. This isn’t like me. I’ve always considered myself a pretty cool guy and I’ve had my share of girlfriends over the years—but this one is different. My usual stuff just doesn’t work with her.
Let me start at the beginning. A couple of weeks ago my best friend Trevor and I went to Logan City Comic Con. Although that’s not usually my thing, Trevor loves that sort of stuff. And in my business (I just started work at Cannon Tech, we make software for the gaming industry) it doesn’t hurt for me to keep up with comics. Anyway, it was a pretty long drive and I was getting a bit cranky, wondering why I let myself be talked into this trip in the first place. I’d been to Comic Con in San Diego and New York, so I really wasn’t expecting much in Logan City.
We finally got there, got our tickets and walked in. Trevor loves comics and the art of comics, but old school. He thinks comics should be hand drawn, inked and colored—no digital work. He had heard that a couple of the artists who still worked like that would be there. So, as soon as we got there, he headed for Artist Alley and kind of left me to fend for myself.
A little background on Trevor and me: we met in high school, senior year. I was a jock (hate these labels but it was what it was) and Trevor was, well, I guess you’d call him a nerd (another term I hate.) We didn’t really run in the same group so I didn’t know him that well. That January, I took my car to school after my Dad said I couldn’t. I hit a patch of ice and rammed right into Trevor’s car. My car didn’t have a scratch but there was a big dent in Trevor’s side door. Although his car wasn’t in great condition and he could have made a big deal out of it, he didn’t. He was really cool about it. But if my Dad had found out, my car would have been history. Trevor and I started talking and it turned out, he was really funny. We started hanging out and I guess you could say we became best friends.
So, back to Logan Con. Anyway, off goes Trev and I’m kind of left standing around by myself. It was much more crowded than I thought it would be and half the crowd was dressed up in really wacked-out costumes, so the people watching was great. I got a drink and start doing the aisles. At the end of the second aisle I saw her, this quirky looking Alice in Wonderland. She had these big, beautiful eyes that looked even bigger because she was wearing Harry Potter styled glasses. She had the whole Alice get up on and, I don’t know, there was just something about her that took my breath away. Believe me, I’m not shy around girls – over the years I’ve pretty much dated who I wanted – but to say I was attracted to her was an understatement.
She was with another girl (I later found out it was her best friend, Patsy.) Anyway, I was smart enough not to just barge over there, but I did kind of stare. And at a certain point I caught her eye. She smiled—not in a flirty way—just nice—and I just about died. I’m telling you, I’ve never felt like this in my life. I smiled back but then I had to look away—I didn’t want to seem creepy. So I pretended to look around, all the time watching her out of the corner of my eye. I kept my distance, but when she headed down another aisle, I followed her. I know what you’re thinking: stalker. But it wasn’t like that. I just didn’t want to lose sight of her until I got the chance to talk to her.
So I followed her until she got to the Artist Aisle where all the artists were signing comics and talking to the collectors and fans. Then guess what happened – she stopped in front of a booth right beside Trevor! That was my chance. I kind of hurried over and nudged Trev. “Oh, hey,” he said. Then he turned from me and started talking to my Alice as if they knew each other! I about fell over.
“Garrett, I want you to meet a friend of mine,” he said. “This is Agatha Primrose.” He motioned to the artist sitting at the table, “Her Dad is the artist I was telling you about. And this is her friend, Patsy Hargrave.”
And all I could say was, “Uh…”
Agatha and Patsy seemed to think that was kind of funny—they both smiled. I did pull it together though and after a couple of minutes, Agatha and I started talking a little bit. It turned out that her Dad is a pretty well- known comic artist. She’s been going to Comic Cons her whole life and loves them. Sometimes she helps out her dad but other times she goes just to have fun. She loves pop culture, music and movies. She’s an artist too and creates graphic novels for younger kids. She just started an internship with a tech company—so I know we have a lot in common.
That’s all I found out. They had to leave, they were meeting friends for lunch. Although it wasn’t like me, I didn’t have the nerve to say much more or even ask for her contact info.
As soon as I got Trevor out of there I started pumping him for info. He just laughed, told me to calm down and told me a bit about her. I wanted to know more but the jerk would only say “All in good time, my friend, all in good time.”
I wanted to clobber him of course, but since I had no choice, I let it go. He knew her and he knew how to get in touch with her, therefore I knew I would see her another time.
So, again, I think I’m in love.