Purposefully Coincidental ✓

22. Fancy

Leo

I knock on the door and after knocking the second time, the door to Josephine's apartment opens.

No words leave my mouth as I take Josephine in.

So far, I've seen her in her scrubs, in a dress, in shorts and t-shirt and in lounge wear. But her wearing a tight black dress, with a neckline that dips a little towards her cleavage and the hem reaching the middle of her shins with a split up her left thigh; she looks so fucking beautiful.

"You're early." She leaves me standing on the threshold as she goes back to her bedroom. I close the door and follow her.

"I said I'll be here at seven thirty."

"No. You said eight." She sits on her vanity and grabs a makeup brush. "I still have thirty minutes to get ready."

"I said seven thirty, but it's no problem." I take a seat at the foot of her bed and watch her in the mirror as she applies something pinkish to her cheeks. Blush, I guess it's called.

"I only have to do my makeup and wear my heels." She says as she applies mascara.

"You don't need makeup." I say. "You're naturally beautiful."

"I know. But I Googled the name of the restaurant you're taking me to, and Beyoncé eats there!"

"Who's Beyoncé?" I joke but my voice makes it sound like I'm not.

She turns around and gapes at me. "Please tell me you're joking. I really can't tell with your poker face."

I crack a smile. "I'm joking."

"Good." She nods and turns around to continue with her makeup application. "Otherwise I would've had to terminate this friendship."

I feel a burst of pride bubble in my chest at her use of 'friendship'. Look at me, making a friend. All on my own.

"Candy wanted to go there once but when she told them her name, they said, 'sorry, you don't seem to be in our system and therefore we aren't able to reserve you a table.'" She shakes her head and grabs another product. "What assholes."

"You need connections to go there." I say.

"How were you able to get us a table?"

"I have my connections." I shrug. When your cousin is a famous club owner, it can get you into such places.

She puts on lipstick. I can see it through the mirror. It's a fiery red color. It contrasts with her dark hair and black dress.

Fluffing her wavy hair, she stands up, grabs her heels, then sits back down to put them on. This time, when she gets to her feet, she's a few inches taller.

The dress looks killer on her. Its simplicity is really sexy. It's all black, even her shoes. All except for the red lipstick that I want to smear off her lips.

"You look incredible." I say, my voice low.

"Thank you." She beams at me and grabs her purse. "You clean up well as well." She gestures to my suit.

I borrowed it from Antonio. And it's all dark gray with a white button down. He almost got mad at me when I told him it's a bit too tight on me, insinuating I have more muscles than him. Which is true. But he refused to believe me. He even called his wife and asked whose arms are bigger. Of course she said his and kissed him before going back to a work call. He puffed his chest afterwards and gave me a smug smile. But whatever. I know I'm bigger and stronger than him, and I don't need someone else to tell me so.

"Shall we?" I ask, then follow her to her front door. "You're not gonna bring a jacket?" I notice she didn't bring one.

She gives me a look. "We're in Miami and it's almost August. Of course I'm not gonna bring a jacket."