Apartment 311

Ch | 75

Noah Silas Anderson

Chapter Seventy-five: "Care"

"Oh. Hey, Noah," Brooklyn said to me. She caught me staring in the mail room of our building. I straightened up and wet my lips, playing it cool - or trying to, I mean.

"Hey, girl. What's up, that package for me?" I played with her about the Amazon packages she had in her arms.

"Nothing you'd like." She smiled and I watched until it faded away.
I liked that all her smiles were genuine, never those quick ones people did just to say they did it and get you out of their face.
And damn is she gorgeous. I mean, in the middle of the day with no where to go but her own apartment, she looked... wow.
There's been beautiful women I've seen, for sure, but I don't know - I'm just really attracted to Brooklyn all across the board.

"I know it's only your first week out here, but-"

"If you're about to ask me out, don't," she said. "Ask one of your many other girls; and I don't mean to sound insecure or, like, jealous but I'm not falling for your shit now." Brooks poked my chest and walked away.

She had on these mid-rise training leggings, the cleanest pair of white Nike sneakers I've ever seen, a black short-sleeved v-neck shirt, and her long hair blown out but fuller and more fluffy like she didn't care to straighten it after.

"See, I wasn't going to offer a date, or nothing - that's not my thing."

"Well now that you say it isn't your thing, I want to go on one." Crazy, confusing girl. I had to laugh.

"You move fast, but I'm not that type of guy," I said back, turning as she walked in a circle around me. And she wore this meticulous smile, making me smirk as I watched her eyes on me.

"Like what you see?"

"I mean, do you?"

I shrugged and she rolled those pretty green-brown eyes.

"Bye," she pulled, walking through the door.

*

Later on, I spotted Brooklyn in the parking lot. We had both just got out of our cars.
Okay, I'll admit: I saw her pull up and I waited in mine so we could cross paths again.

I sped up to be in front of Brooklyn before we exited the lot. She laughed, I heard, so I turned and acted shocked to see her.

"You don't have to follow me," I joked, stopping in place finally.

She batted her long eyelashes and turned her lips into a soft smile. Honestly, she looked tired. But still, beautiful, I can't stress that enough. She didn't have on makeup unlike earlier in the mail room and I appreciated her bare face. Brooklyn had no freckles or beauty marks, but skin clear as glass, undereye bags that she made look adorable, and a defined top lip. Her hair, now in a lazy ponytail that swept her lower back.

"Ya caught me," she returned.

"You want to do something?" I asked boldly.