During yet another very dry and bleak holiday season, Simone Evans, a high school English teacher, finds herself in the most unlikely friendship with Jordan Jackson- an ex con.
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The Next Morning
Jordan woke up early the next morning and got ready so he could make a quick stop at the pharmacy a couple blocks away from his apartment.
He put on a very simple outfit, just a pair of blue jeans and a grey hoodie. He pulled his sneakers on that were sitting by the front door and put his headphones in his ears, listening to Nas' 2008 self titled album as he made the short walk to the pharmacy.
"God morning," one of the workers greeted him when he walked through the sliding doors.
"Morning," he nodded his head towards her.
"If you need any help, just let me know."
"Aight, thanks," he answered before making his way over the the family planning aisle.
"Where would I find Plan B pills?" Jordan asked one of the workers restocking the shelves.
"We don't have them on the floor anymore. Too much stealing," he replied.
"So how I get one then?"
"You have to go up to the pharmacy counter and pay for it there," he pointed to the back of the building where there were a couple people walking around in lab coats behind the counter.
"Filling or picking up?" The pharmacy tech behind the counter asked him the second he walked up to her.
"Neither. The guy on the floor said I had to come up here to buy a Plan B pill?"
"Oh," she raised her eyebrows. "I mean... if she won't have your baby, I surely will," the woman smirked at him, which Jordan thought was extremely unprofessional of her to be hitting on him at a time like this.
"I'm good," he let out a very awkward laugh, never knowing how to navigate these types of situations. "I... I just need the pill. That's it."
"I'll go get it for you."
Jordan paid for it, and the tech even went as far as writing her phone number on the bottom of the receipt, right in front of him. "Just in case it doesn't work," she pushed it across the counter towards him.
"Keep the receipt, I don't need it," he didn't even touch it. He just picked up the bag and was on his way out of the pharmacy.
"Where'd you go?" Simone was up and cooking breakfast in the kitchen when Jordan finally made his way back to his apartment. She had woken up to a text message from him saying he left for a quick second but would be back soon.
Simone was standing at the stove in one of his T-shirts that came down to her mid-thigh. Her face was freshly washed and her hair was braided in two cornrows down her head. Even if she herself thought she looked crazy, there's something about that fully natural look that Jordan can't help but admire.
