The inside of Michael's house was just like the outside; fancy and extravagant. We walked into a front entryway and took off our shoes. There was a staircase that ran in a spiral along the wall. Hung in the middle of the circular room was a huge, glass chandelier. Sun was shinning through the window and hit parts of the chandelier, making it look like crystal.
"Wow." I sighed, and Michael just smiled.
I followed him into the kitchen, which was attached to the dinning room. A boy was already sitting at the long table in the dinning room.
He was hunched over some binders and papers, writing fiercely. Sitting on the table just to the boy's right was an open laptop. I couldn't see his face, it was covered by his brown hair that fell in front of his face as he wrote.
Michael put his bag down on the marble island in the kitchen and I followed, putting mine beside his.
"Do you want anything to drink?" he asked me.
"I'll have some water please." As I responded he opened the fridge and I turned so that I was facing the boy again.
Now he had looked up, he was looking straight at me. He looked very similar to Michael, but his features weren't as prominent. The only difference otherwise were his eyes, they were a forest green, and magnified by black glasses that definitely suited him.
"You not gonna introduce me?" The boy turned his attention to Michael.
"Thought you seemed kind of busy." Michael retorted. "Amy, this is my younger brother, Blake. Actually he's a freshman too. he added to me.
"It's nice to meet you, Blake." I walked towards him and offered my hand for him to shake. He obliged. His hand was soft but tough and strong, the feeling of it on mine gave me butterflies. He locked eyes with me for a moment before his brother interrupted, and he smiled. It was a beautiful, genuine smile.