Midnight Call

Another Chance to life.

Krista Dunaway had just moved to New York City, perhaps hoping that her future would be a little better than her last year in Tulsa, Oklahoma, the truth is that she was scared. She had never left her home, her family, her friends and now she faced a new challenge, living alone and being away from everything she knew, but she knew that it was the right thing to do, that her home had become too dangerous to continue there. and she hoped that this new beginning would allow her to be herself again and not be afraid.

She walked around the square before she was sure that no one was following her, and later, she fixed her gaze on the apartment block built in the fifties that loomed before her eyes, it was not a large building, five floors in total, a Reasonable size with good views of the square bordering the Chinatown of Manhattan, from said neighborhood I could notice its influence in the statue that presided over the square in honor of an ancient Chinese philosopher and the smells of different Asian foods enveloped the environment making Krista was hungry, but now she couldn't eat, she had to start moving.

He felt very nervous about the central system of his body, his hands showed a slight trembling but with a determined step he headed inside the building with some suitcases and two boxes that he could carry on his back, it was the only thing that had fit in the trunk and how The apartment was furnished so that he would save himself from paying a carrier and buying new furniture, which was great for him because with the move, the apartment and the gas, he was poor on funds.

He went up the old steps of his new apartment block, it was a cheap place in Manhattan's Chinatown and that meant one thing, take the stairs up five floors on foot because the elevator is broken and there is no money to fix it. Apparently, according to the owner of the apartment, there had been a problem and they had dismantled the elevator but not having enough funds, it had not been possible to repair it and apparently they decided to leave the vacuum in the place of the elevator hoping that a future if things improved and there was a budget could put a new one.

-Need help with that, new girl? –Asked a deep masculine voice that made Krista hit a boat

Krista turned with a start to find a young boy with very long blond hair tied back with a ponytail of blue eyes, who had a hipster style in both his look and his clothes, who was smiling warmly at her as he moved his right hand in a side to side of her face in an attempt to bring her back to the present.

-Are you OK? I'm sorry if I scared you, "the boy apologized while she was still unable to say a word, the shock had given her tachycardia." I know I'm handsome but I've never left a woman speechless.

What seemed like a joke or perhaps a subtle flirtation made Krista smile and that made her happy because she had long since stopped smiling out of fear.

-Maybe I have been speechless by your supreme intelligence to flirt –she said following the joke half laughing.

"Toche, I'm Dylan Thomas," he said as he offered her his hand in greeting.

"I'm Krista Dunaway," she greeted, shaking his hand.

-Can I help you with that? Dylan asked as he pointed to about eight suitcases scattered on the stairs across the floor.

"Sure, would you do me a favor," she said as she continued walking toward her floor.

-And where are you from, new to town? Dylan asked as he continued up the stairs.

-From Tulsa, Oklahoma, I just moved in just today.

-I'm from Corpus Christi, Texas, I'm glad to see another southerner in the building, I was starting to miss that accent.