The Way It Ends

03

"What do you mean mine?"

"I mean it's yours, did you get a concussion?"

"No, I did not, and I heard you perfectly fine O. But this isn't mine, mine has a green-"

She flipped the suitcase lid, so it was facing up, "A green cover? I know."

"Fuck off. What am I supposed to do?"

"Call the lost and found?"

"Shit. Yeah, I'll do that." So, we sat and waited as my phone rang. How could I be as stupid as this? Thank God, they picked up!

"We are currently closed; our opening hours are 8am-5pm. You can either leave-" An auto-fucking-mated message.

"Opum what am I supposed to do?" I could feel my eyebrows furrow in frustration, "I have work till Friday and on the website, it states only I can collect my suitcase. I have nothing to wear!"

"You could always wear my clothes..."

I looked her mustard corduroy dungarees up and down, "No. I will be fired."

"Not these silly, come with me!" Apprehensively, I followed her through the apartment until we reached a large storage room. She opened the large mahogany door to reveal a walk-in wardrobe. My jaw hit the floor.

"Huh?"

"Well since I work for McQueen, I tend to get a lot of freebies and luckily for this season wear doing a formal wear line. Obviously, it's a bit more avant-garde than you need but it should work!"

"Opum I can't."

"Just take a few outfits dummy, I'm not going to wear them. Just think of it as a welcoming present."

"But I don't even know where to start..." There were an estimated 200 pieces of clothing in front of me, some from previous seasons I'll guess from the colour scheme change.

"Go to your bedroom and I'll bring a few outfits."

"Okay..." I walk over to the plush beige couch and wait for Opum. I can hear the rustle of plastic protector bags and frustrated sighs. My eyebrow quirks up as I see a dress thrown down the corridor.

"O you good?"

"I'm perfectly fine!" She did not sound fine. I took the time to analyse the open plan space. There was floor to ceiling length windows wrapping around the south and west facing windows. Opum had a very earthy based apartment. There were plants placed in nearly every single corner and some draped over the kitchen cabinets. When we were texting, she did reveal most were in fact fake because she said, and I quote, 'They're too high maintenance for little green shits.' I can't really blame her to be honest. Plants are so malicious and difficult for no reason?

The floorboards were a homely shade of light brown which helped brighten up the place since the kitchen was all black with a few hints of green to tie everything in together. Opum's love for art somehow makes her a great decorator. This is the interior of a house you'd see on like Selling Sunset. I spot the photos of Andria (Opum's girlfriend- kind of) on the coffee table and pick them up. I really do wonder what happened because from what I heard they really do love each other, but I guess they're just figuring things out right now.

I'm not surprised why Opum likes her: she has slight tanned skin, the most luscious eyebrows and eyelashes, a dusty pink hijab decorating her head matching the Jordan's she's wearing in the photo. As well as the fact she is one of the nicest people I've talked to. While they've only been brief considering they'd always be when I'm facetiming Opum but she was nice none the less.