"When I'm with you I have amnesia, got me without a mind, my stupid brain thinks that I need you, misleads me all the time"
~Hi, It's Me (Ashnikko)
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Her long fingers traced the lines of her face, along her bruise skin to the frame of her angular jawline. Her reflection didn’t look all that different from the tiredness she felt the night before, she was just without makeup now. Brows still thick, lashes shorter and her lively glow hadn’t returned. She still looked a bit pale.
“And people call you pretty.” Kenya ridiculed herself and shook her head. A knock on the hotel room door peeled her from the mirror.
Yawning into the croak of her arm, she swung the door open and cocked her brow as she looked at the dark skinned man packed with shopping bags, “you are?”
“L-Landon Burlington. Mrs. Russi s-sent me with clothing for you.” The boy stuttered, “h-have you eat yet?”
Silent, Kenya eyed him. Around six feet, slender oblong face, skin almost as night with an oddly innocent pair of brown eyes. Landon was cute, almost wanting to resemble a young Eddie Murphy. Kenya rolled her eyes then motioned for the guy to enter.
Scurrying inside, Landon placed the bags unto the centre table and immediately dove into one pulling out two phone boxes, “wh-which do you w-want?”
“Excuse me?” Kenya asked after closing the door.
Landon stepped closer to her holding a phone in each hand; one an iPhone, the other a Samsung Galaxy, “I-I broke my phone the o-other day and Mrs. Russi realized. She gave me money t-to replace mine th-then called me this morning with permission to get y-you one as well. P-pick one. Any.”
“Weird.” Kenya murmured to herself then took the Samsung, “thanks.”
“Her number is in there i-if you wanna thank her.”
“Right.” Was all she murmured before grabbing the other bag of food in it. Cocking a brow, she peeked in the bag, “Dunkin’ Donuts?”
“I-I was already r-running late. W-we can p-pick something else if ya w-wanna.”
Having it go silent after that, Kenya shoved the paper bag back to the shy guy then began tapping away at her new phone screen, a call appearing from Niecy the moment she was making to dial her, “hey, Miss White I was just about to call and say thanks.”
“Not a problem… and I told you call me Niecy. Using my last name makes me feel old… anywho, that’s not what I called for. Aiden naa stop pester me bout you. So, we’re having interviews for a live-in nanny and him insist you come too? So, if you want the job just fawud and we give you a fair interview like everybody else, yea?”
“Around what time would I come?”
“Anytime, we kind of have a lot of people coming in. Just know we stop at around eight or night in the evening. Landon will show you the way till you’re ready. Until then you two can go shopping or something. On me of course.”
“Shopping?”
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Bernice hung up the phone after giving Kenya the shopping news. She felt jetlagged and tired, but she needed to get ready for the first nanny of the day. It wasn’t an option in letting her husband do all the interviews while getting some rest. She didn’t trust him, sadly.
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