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The narrator describes their nervous journey with their grandfather to meet his new girlfriend, Sherrie. Upon arrival, they are greeted by Sherrie and her dogs, and the narrator initially feels uneasy but gradually warms up to her during dinner. The evening ends positively, with the narrator feeling safe and supported by Sherrie, who becomes an important figure in their life.

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The narrator describes their nervous journey with their grandfather to meet his new girlfriend, Sherrie. Upon arrival, they are greeted by Sherrie and her dogs, and the narrator initially feels uneasy but gradually warms up to her during dinner. The evening ends positively, with the narrator feeling safe and supported by Sherrie, who becomes an important figure in their life.

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“You’re gonna love her, sweetie.

Like I said, she’s amazing and really sweet,” my grandfather spoke from
the driver seat of his truck, looking at me every now and then. We were currently on our way to go meet
his new girlfriend he was so excited about.

“I’m sure I will, with everything you’ve told me.” I played with the end of my sleeve as I watched the
empty plains pass by on the interstate. The ride from Cheyenne, Wyoming to Windsor, Colorado was
about an hour, but it felt much longer. My thoughts plagued me with everything that could go wrong at
any moment. I mindlessly bounced my leg as we got closer and closer to the house.

We later pulled into a neighborhood that looked like it would be the jackpot for trick-or-treaters. My
grandfather points at one of the street signs. The sign read “Dakota Street” which, ironically, had my
name on it. “That’s how I remember to turn here,” I forced out a laugh since he seemed very
enthusiastic about it. Nothing in my mind was at all focused on how ironic the street signs were, instead,
it fed the twisting feeling in my stomach.

The truck slowed and my grandfather pulled into a driveway of a very nice looking house. My
grandfather stopped the truck and gave me a smile. “You ready?” I hummed in response, grabbed my
bag, and we got out of the car. I followed my grandfather to the front door. He opened the door without
having to unlock it. Who leaves the door unlocked like this? Is she really this trusting? Neighborhoods
like this are perfect targets for robbery!

The door opened and we were immediately greeted by two large dogs. Both were mainly black but were
two different breeds. Remembering what I’ve been taught, I didn’t pet them right away, in case they
weren't as friendly as they seemed. My grandfather ordered the two to get into the living room. My
eyes glanced at a cubby-like shelf that had shoes in it. I took mine off and put them in a free space. I
walked more into the house hastily, studying every little thing intently.

The house was very clean, as expected for when you have guests. The living room wasn’t too far from
the entrance to the house. Two dark brown leather couches sat on the edges of the room and a tv in the
middle. The true crime documentary playing on the tv piqued my interest, but my grandfather’s voice
immediately interrupted my thoughts.

“Kota, this is Sherrie.” I turned my head and look at the woman my grandfather gestured to. I silently
took note of all her features. Long dark brown hair that almost looks black in the lighting. Her eyes were
brown as well, but a little lighter than her hair, and messy mascara on her eyelashes. She was about
average height and wore clothing that was casual but not lazy. Her tense body and slightly forced smile
made it obvious that she was nervous about this exchange. I was sure the friendly smile I gave and my
posture mirrored hers.

Her feet carried her across the room and stopped in front of me. Her hand stuck out, waiting to meet
mine in a handshake. My hand raised up and gripped hers gently. The softness of her skin surprised me a
bit, considering that I heard she was a rock climber.

“Hi, I’m Kota, as you heard. It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“You as well. Oh, you still have your bags?” She turned her head to my grandfather and let go of my
hand. “Dear, could you go show her where her room is?”

“I’ll just bring them up there and we’ll show her around after dinner. I’m starving and I know my little girl
is too, like the little teenager she is.”

My cheeks heated up at his comment but I nodded. “I am a little hungry. No rush though, I can wait for a
bit before I eat.” I didn’t want to seem I was rushing Sherrie. Especially after we just met.

“Well, the food is already done so you can go make your plate, sweetie” Sherrie pointed to the kitchen. I
nod again and go into the kitchen that wasn’t too far from the living room. As I walked over there, I tried
to ignore the slight warmth in my chest from the small nickname. I was usually just called by my name
but the nickname wasn’t unwelcome.

My grandfather, who had beat me to the kitchen, handed me a plate that already had food two tacos on
it. I always thought they were kind of bland, but having something that is almost tasteless would be
perfect to avoid overstimulation in the current situation.

I was led to a dining table that had four chairs around it. I sat in the closest chair and waited for
everyone to sit down before I began to eat. My heart pounded in my chest as I sat at the table, knowing
how this dinner was going to go. My grandfather would have me tell Sherrie about myself. I always
hated talking about myself with strangers because I didn’t want to seem too cocky or not at all
confident. I went along, though, trying to act like I didn’t want to get this over with.

As Sherrie and I began to talk, the bad thoughts in my head started to decrease and the uneasy feeling in
my stomach started to slowly disappear. Somehow, the way she spoke to me made me calm and almost
forgot why I didn’t trust many people in the first place. The night went much smoother than I
anticipated and I felt that it was safe to open up again. To this day, I don’t regret letting Sherrie into my
life and she’s now my biggest support I’ve ever had

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