tatim pov
the sun is peaking through the small studio apartment of the girl who shared her blunt with me.
i found my body cozily tucked under a few fluffy blankets on a couch that sat directly in-front of a window. i didn't mind it, actually i think i enjoy it. it's a large rustic window, that's framed with cream curtains and under was a table with a record player and some few other cool decor. a pretty tall fiddle leaf ficus laid in the corner and the sun hit the plant just perfectly, reflecting a shadow, that happened to land on me.
my hands stayed tucked under my cheek while i regained strength to bring myself up from sleepiness. i didn't wanna get up, i felt content lying here taking in the morning rays. my body melting more into the cool blanket coating me.
i heard a sizzle perking my interest, i knew that sound like i knew my own voice.
the aroma flooded my nose, releasing dopamine. mhm somehow my feet are moving towards the kitchen, wonder how that happened.
koi's back was facing me as she stood in front of the coffee maker. i made my way to the island leaning on the counter sighing making myself known.
she turned around blowing smoke outta her mouth, slightly smiling at me. "goodmorning," koi sang.
"morning." i laughed shaking my head towards her goofiness.
she stuck her hand out gesturing for me to take a hit from her joint. i politely declined, not wanting that to be the first thing touching my lips in the morning.
"not a morning smoker huh?" koi spoke turning around to pour some coffee into a mug.
"not really a smoker in general." she turned around sucking on her bottom lip and hummed in response.
"but i am a morning drinker," i joked eyeing towards the mug she had in her other hand.
"oh yeah of course mugs are in that cabinet." koi pointed next to her.
i made my way around the counter. i opened the door to the cabinet and a collection of many different unique mugs stretched across the shelvings.
my eyes grew wide, unsure of which one i wanted. there's so many to choose from.
koi leaned her back against the counter next to me, "do you care which one i use?" i questioned turning my head around seeing only her eyes as she took a sip of her black coffee.
"nah babe take what you're drawn to," she winked at me switching from sipping to smoking in one swift motion.
i smiled turning my attention back to the list of mugs. damn that must taste lovely. weed and coffee.
finally i picked one. it was simple, plain white with a small red smiley face plastered in the center.
god it smells so good.
the first sip woke me up straight away. i felt all the stress and gross morning aches melt away.
i'm such an addict.
my phone has been on do not disturb all night. once i got into koi's car i switched that bitch off.
i think some part of me wanting to be on a true crime documentary at that point.
it felt reviving spending last night with a complete stranger.
we smoked until i was completely out of it and it felt. nice. i don't know how late we stayed up.
i learned a lot about this stranger. she's a freshman drop out and moved out from her parents mansion in the hills to this small studio apartment in hollywood. working as a stripper.
she basically disowned her parents, they begged and begged her not to leave and work under her moms name.
Genevieve Monet
she's a well known fashion designer. koi said she's dressed a crazy amount of celebrities and worked at big events.
"i grew up around that scene, it's all about being a size 0 and who has the latest fucking, i don't know gucci purse, it's fucking hell. no way was i gonna be forced to stay around those narcissist."
i felt sympathy for koi. she was so passionate and proud of how far she's come and all she's wanted was her parents to cheer her on. "they think i'm a fuck up."
she had confidence i envied. she was strong.
