"Maam we are here "
She was brought her out of her memories and back into reality. She quickly paid the fare and exited the taxi.She was now currently standing in front of what was a well known restaurant.The neon lights that said Sky dwellers .
"The sign is everything but blinding " she grimaced as bright lights were not her thing . As she took out her phone to call her savior of the night , she felt as if someone was looking at her. She raised her head to check and was greeted none other than Matthieu wearing a worried expression.
There he stood only a few feet away in his slender glory, examining her face for clues as to what had happened. But of course, he wouldn't be getting that out of her, oh no way was she letting herself to breakdown in tears or anything . All she needed was a moment away from the madness that presented itself as her life.
"Kam, are you ok ?" he questioned as he moved closer to her. the closer he got the warmer it felt around her, oh she so desperately needed a hug from him. He often joked about her and her so-called burning desire to hug him but she always asserts that he just doesn't understand as he is a guy.
She truly believed in the power of the hug, which could make a bad day a little less depressing as it was. And it takes a special person to offer such hugs. For her, it was her best friend of three years, Matthieu Grant. How they met was nothing special, but what happened after they did and at times like these she never regretted not one bit of it.
With her pout lips raised and her hands wide open, it didn't take much for him to get the gist of where she was going with it. He stopped only a few centimeters away from her but she could smell the scent of seafood radiating off him mixed with his cologne. Not a good mixture but who was she to complain.
His voice bellowed with laughter as he proceeded to embrace the shortness that was his best friend. Any passerby would think they were a couple reuniting but to these two individuals, it was something far better. A friendship that only they can understand.
"What's wrong with my adult-sized baby today ?" he chuckled as he gave her a quick squeeze.
"It was a horrible, horrendous, awful, dreadful, terrible day . You know just a few synonyms to explain my day. How was yours?"
"Let's not talk about me now, it's all about you. Tell me what can I do to cheer you up " he peered down at her face that was enveloped in his shirt. As always he was a selfless person, putting her needs above his own. Arguments always arise because of his actions and regardless of what she says he would still put her needs above his own.
"Well for starters I am jobless and homeless. I got so drunk that I made out with Favel "as the disgust of the last statement rolled off her tongue he could only wince at the venom laced words.
His audible sigh was evidence that he was not surprised by her actions at all. Not that he is saying she does it all the time, just that nothing she does fazes him anymore. After being friends for so long he has gotten used to her antics and mood swings which happens even when she isn't PMSing. She was weird and he wasn't so they even each other out.
"Well besides the last part which I don't care for details ,please do tell me how you got evicted out of your apartment and lost your job in the same day " As he pulled away from the hug. Directing both their body's towards the entrance , he pulled along her small frame with him towards the restaurant he had exit earlier .He was brought to a sudden stop as Kamice drew brakes on her movement.
"You can't honestly believe that I will be entering the restaurant looking like this, especially dressed like this to meet your friends. Look at me dude " she gestured to her attire for the day. Working as a pharmacy technician does not require one to dress fancy or pretty. No one pays attention to pharmacy tech which makes sense, why would you ? wouldn't say that was the only downside of the job .
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Nothing Makes Sense
HumorWith life not going as planned one desires an escape. An escape to a place where pen and paper are the dance floor as the letters danced to the rhythm of a storyline . So take this journey with me into the abyss of life . *I don't expect much read...