Daisy told me that her second cousin was coming to join us for dinner that evening. Apparently his name was Nick Carraway. The name had a nice lull to it. I wondered what he looked like. I imagined him looking a lot like Daisy, even though that was probably the farthest from what he looked like. The heat blazed in Daisy’s house and Daisy and I laid on the couches awaiting the cool relief from the heat. I began to think to myself and balance my troubles on my chin (as I always did). Not soon after, Nick Carraway arrived. Nick walked in beside Tom. He was dressed in a nice white suit and was very pleasing to look at. But I didn’t let him think that. I threw glances in his direction here and there, and I’m pretty sure he began to pick up on them, but I didn’t let him keep the moment. We had light conversations with our first encounter. On the outside, I gave off a facade of disinterest. It was partially because I was. I wanted to focus more on the possible argument that was about to ensue between Daisy and Tom. I decided I would fill Nick in on the status of those two. He was shocked and I felt powerful over him. I knew some information that he didn’t. I didn’t think that that’s how a bit of our relationship would continue. But feeling this was good. It made a smirk arise on my face. At the same time though, it made me feel sad. Sad because this was Nick’s family, and he didn’t know what was happening. I wanted to go and give him a hug, but I decided against it. Who knew that meeting Nick Carraway would change my emotions towards certain people.
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