Apartment 22

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Another Monday and another week of work to deal with, I'm just glad I actually like my job most of the time. I mean it's an art gallery it's not like we get very busy. I remembered I have work tonight as well- the gig i am not as fond of. I was not keen on bartending anymore, the club was full of rude men trying to pick me up or girls that got jealous when their boyfriends hit on me, talk about exhausting. But if that is what paid the bills, i guess I'd just have to learn how to deal with American men. Not a big fan. You can ask James he'd tell you.

Most of my life I had to work. Mum and dad couldn't pay the bills after a business venture failed and we struggled a lot after that. I even got into some trouble as a young teenager, but as most kids i got to blame it on my childhood trauma - thanks mum and dad. I always did what I had to, to help put food on the table. It wasn't always easy and I had slept hungry before- which I wouldn't wish on anyone. That is why I moved to America, I guess I needed a change of scenery and new opportunities. So bartendering will not kill me and I mean the tips and salary isn't bad at all. 

After work was done I went home and got into my bartendering outfit which mostly consisted of leather short-shorts and a crop top.

I actually thought back to that night I saw Kristen again. I couldn't believe that perfect woman I saw was standing in front of me. She looked so good that night-the tight dress and deep slit up her tigh had accentuated her amazing body. Now that i think about it i might have checked her out slightly.

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I arrived home and immediately took a shower- got a beer from the fridge and went to sit on my balcony before bed. I only whore a baggy t-shirt and undies - in this flat we do not wear pants. I sat there contemplating life as I heard a voice "enjoying your beer over there?" and I almost jumped right off the balcony to my death.

I looked to my side and saw Kristen sitting on her balcony too. She was in pajamas and had a gin and tonic obviously it was her favorite. I had to admit, this was the first time in a while I actually heard her voice with her little New York accent and it was refreshing and it felt good. Even if I didn't really know where we stood with each other anymore.

"After this day, it's all I need" I said jokingly trying to lighten up the atmosphere around us.

Kristen: "had your Monday night shift huh?" she asked. I didn't even know she paid attention like that.

Danielle: "yeah, don't even have time to cook or eat really" I said looking up at the stars.

Kristen: "how about I cook for you on weekends and Monday's?" she asked softly while resting her head on her knee in her seat. She knew what days i had my shifts at the club...

Danielle: "no, I mean...I couldn't expect that from you" I said looking to her side of the balcony. She sat there looking at the moon like a lost puppy and I wondered why she seemed so lost and sad.

Kristen: "I really don't mind, it's not fun cooking for only yourself anyway" she replied sounding adamant as she looked to me too.

Danielle: "Okay then but only if you let me help when I have time" I said also very adamant. She smiled at me and shook her head to accept my offer.

"deal" she said.

We sat there for a little bit, mostly saying nothing. Just enjoying each others presence before saying goodnight and going to bed. I guess the whole chat was put on pause. For now.

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Kristen's POV

I went to bed with a smile knowing I spoke to Danielle. It felt good as if everything in the world was right again. I still didn't know why she was being so cold and distant with me and I'm sure I'd get to ask her soon, because I really needed to know, I just had to. But for the meantime I'd settle for late night balcony conversations. At least she was there, and she was there with me. I didn't know what it was, but something about that extremely frustratingly beautiful specimen under moonlight...seemed poetic. And I could look at her all night.