As the elevator descended to the lobby and the doors opened, I wasn't greeted with employees - probably because it was so late. The doorman escorted me to the SUV waiting for me outside. The driver opened the back door for me, and I immediately recognized him.
"So we meet again! What are the odds?" I asked, buckling into the vehicle. The driver stepped back into the driver's seat.
"Yes, ma'am. How was your stay?"
"It was wonderful," I replied, smiling to myself. I really enjoyed myself tonight more than I could have imagined possible just laying in bed watching TV.
"Glad to hear. Where are we headed?"
"Morrow's. In Bywater, on Saint Claude Avenue."
He entered the restaurant that I lived above into his GPS. We sat in silence the rest of the way. I am pretty bad with small talk and fairly awkward in general, so I made sure my face was occupied on my phone to avoid any forced conversations.
Because it was so late on a weeknight, there was not much traffic. We arrived at my apartment within 15 minutes.
"Thanks again, sir. Have a great evening!" The driver waved at me as I exited the vehicle and began walking towards the upper building's side entrance, where our apartment is located.
It was almost 3:30 at this point, which was made clear by how quiet the building was. Morrow's is a very lively restaurant and bar, so we can hear them all night long until close at about 1 or 2 A.M.
I jogged up the stairs and made a right, entering our door code and locking the deadbolt behind me. I was holding out for hope that Brie had fallen asleep as I snuck into our bedroom, but she was fully sat up in bed waiting on me.
"Good morning," I greeted her.
She had her hands folded together in her lap, dead-pan staring. She cracked a smile.
"I want to know everything, but you need to go to sleep."
"I know. I promise I'm coming straight home after my 8 A.M.; it's my only class tomorrow."
"Goodnight," she said, yawning, laying down and rolling on her side. I hopped in bed, removing the ridiculously long sweatpants, and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
And just as quickly as my head hit the pillow, I was woken up by my 6:30 A.M. alarm.
A healthy 3 hours of sleep. We love to see it.
I shut my alarm off quickly to avoid waking Brie and rolled out of bed immediately, so I wouldn't fall back asleep.
I grabbed my glasses off of my nightstand and made my way to the bathroom. The light was harsh as I turned it on and winced.
My reflection showed a swollen face and puffy, red eyes - a combination of the lack of sleep and the beer.
I opened the mirror cabinet and grabbed my face wash. The pink grapefruit wash had never let me down on making me look and feel more refreshed.
I patted my face dry and applied a basic moisturizer. I attempted to apply a little bit of mascara just to darken my blonde lashes, but it was a futile effort with my swollen eyes. I brushed my eyebrows with a darkening gel, threw my hair up in a large top knot, brushed my teeth, and decided that was good enough for this morning. I flipped the light off and left the bathroom.
I walked back into the bedroom and grabbed a pair of dark gray leggings. I decided I also couldn't be bothered to change shirts, so I threw on my white Air Force 1's and called it a morning. Jay chic, today. Go Cardinal's, I guess. I silently smiled to myself.
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