She's The Artist

| Chapter 2: Booked |

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I stand here. Month wide open. Speechless. Who the fuck dose he think he is?

"It looks like your my new neighbour." What the fuck?

As I shake my head and rid myself of his horrid face, I take my key and poke it into the keyhole to open my front door.

I can't believe this guy is my neighbour! I swear to god if he dose one little thing to piss me off, I will have no problem setting his apartment on fire.

As I walk into my new apartment, I am greeted with a warm welcome. It's a 1 bathroom, 2 room apartment with a beautiful view of the city. Wow. They were not lying when they said great view.

I put my keys down on the table by the door and make my way around the wall and to my right where an open concept kitchen is and in front of the kitchen is a small circle dining table with 4 chairs around it. Ahead of the dining room table, there is a mid size box like living room where windows surround it. If we head back where the kitchen is, to the left, along the wall from the front door is 2 doors. One I'm guessing is a bathroom and the other a bedroom. But, where Is the second room?

As I turn my head back to the front of the apartment, there is a long narrow hallway that leads straight into the laundry room. Next to it, is the small office I was looking for. Wait, did I mention everything's open concept?

I put my bags down by the kitchen island and make my way into the living room and plop myself down on the couch.

Thank God that this apartment came with furniture because I was really in a rush to get out of Chicago. Oh, Yeah. . .

As I start to get lost in thought, my phone rings in my pocket. Great.

I reach in my black jean jacket pocket to find the name 'Sam' on my phone screen. I answer it with no hesitations.

"Hello?" I answer as soon as I put the phone to my ear.

"Hey Alex, sorry to bother you. But this is important."

"Yeah, what's up Sam?" I question curiosity. Please tell me he got me in.

"So, I got you in at a bar down the street to your new apartment. But there's one tiny problem." He says in half sacred, half annoyed tone.

"What is it?" I ask with the same concern.

"You get on in 1 hour. . ."

What. The. Fuck.

"Sam! I told you not to book me when I have less then 1 hour to get myself prepared!" I pout. I hate when he dose this.

"I know! I'm sorry! But this pays really good. I promise this is not like the one back when you were in Seattle." He says into the phone and starts to laugh. Historically.

"Sam. . ." I warn him.

"Sorry, sorry. But that was funny," He lets out a few more giggles before continuing. "Anyways, can you come or not?"

For the life of me way I'm I still friends with this guy? Oh yeah! I have no fucking clue.

"Yes, I'll be there in 30 minutes." I sigh.

"Okay great! Don't wear anything too fancy because you're going to a bar. Obviously. . ."

"I know. See you in 30." I say and hang up the phone.

As I look at the time on my phone, I see that it is 7:06. Great. Give me less then 20 minutes to get ready. Thanks Sam. You're the best.

I make my way to the kitchen island where all my things are. I pick them up and carry them to my room.