I knew he was prompt. Every morning he was in class like he never slept. But these final ten minutes for me were crucial. I couldn’t decide on lipstick or eye shadow at the moment. I kicked off my heels and bustled over to the door. I barely busted my face on the corner of the door. Thank God for quick reflexes. I swiped down my dress and opened the front door.
“Tell me this is your outfit!” Shia, my neighbor, smiled as she walked in the apartment. She so far was my only associate in the area. I hadn’t got out enough to have more than her. She was dressed up as well. Her petite stature was far different from mine. Not to mention the Brunette was first runner up for Ms. Colorado last year. It was her best feature, or so she said.
“It is,” I smirked. “Should I toss on some red lipstick or perhaps this coral?” I held the two cylinder tubes up in front of her.
“No, leave it simple with the coral.” She bounced into the apartment and closed the door behind her. I could smell her Chanel No. 5 clear across the room. She was drenched in money.
“Where are you going?”
“I actually got an invite to The Summit too! I got one from Mark, do you know him?”
“I’ve heard of him.” I lied. I applied the coral lipstick and pressed my lips together. Coral was a good decision with the gold eye shadow I had laid out. I patted down my face lightly with bronze finishing powder and then spritzed some generic perfume on. Fancy was not the way around here.
“Well, he is taking me there. He said he should be over to my place in a few minutes. I came to see if I looked okay?”
My eyes rolled as I looked her over. Shia looked like she stepped out of a magazine. She knew she looked beautiful. I glanced over her long brown hair, it cascaded down her back. She didn’t have a damn once of body fat on her. Unlike me who was blessed with too many curves. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you Cypress! You look cute!”
Cute, I looked back in the mirror. “Perfect.” I nodded as the melodic tone of the doorbell filled my apartment.
“I got it!” Shia waltzed over to the door as if her name was on the lease and posed in the jam of the door. “Hello.”
“Uh… pardon me is this Cypress’ apartment?” Lucas sounded confused and not the least bit amused.
It made me chuckle as I shoved my makeup in the kitchen drawer. God, I needed furniture.
“Yes, come on in, my name is Shia.”
“Well actually if you are Shia my brother is across the hall waiting for you to answer your door… could we switch and I take Cypress off your hands and you take me off of his?”
He was so charming. He literally had just kicked her out of the apartment and she politely made her way out with no fuss.
I waited patiently for the door to close and then turned to him. He was dressed simple. Dark denim jeans with a pin striped black and white top that hung off of his arms. The short sleeves revealed a sleeve of tattoos that I never knew existed. But it made him all the more attractive. My eyes made their way up to his face. He was so clean shaven and neat to be so rugged. His hair was pulled into a bun and he smiled at me.
Lucas handed me the small bouquet of yellow daisies. I couldn’t contain the smile on my face. “Thank you.”
“You’re so pretty.” He paused. “Beautiful actually.” He whispered. His eyes wandered over my body and he smiled a small smile. “I’m happy you said yes.”
“Me too.”
It was so quiet but I felt like there was something being said. He broke the silence. “I didn’t know your apartment was so new I would have bought a vase.”
“Yeah, I just moved down here like a week ago. My parents gave me money to buy some things for the house until they can come back out here.”
“Where are you from again Cypress?”
I pulled a tall glass from the cabinet and added a small amount of water to it. “I am from Nashville.” I paused.
“What brought you here? That’s like 1000