I kept glancing at my arm, wondering if the large number would disappear. Thankfully, they didn't but they haunted me to an extent. Swallowing my lucky charms down with milk, I got up, placing my dishes in the sink and continued to wash them. I was very careful not to accidentally remove Rose's temporary tattoo. Drying my hands on a towel hanging on the stove, I walk off into the living room. Immediately the TV takes up the atmosphere with its wide screen, with a filled bookcase underneath and a surround system around its perimeter. I plop down on the sofa facing the plasma screen. I whip out my phone and play with it in my hands, tapping my foot. My apartment flat is pretty big for one person. Covering the whole floor with the exception of my bedroom, I have dark oak floorboards racing up and down my flat. When you first come in, the kitchen, fully equipped with steel applicances is to the left and the living room is wide open to the right. Straight down the hall, there's a white door that leads to my bedroom. Soft, plush, beige carpet runs around it. My room is currently occupied with a queen bed and two nightstands. Every girl needs a walk in closet full of clothes and shoes; mine so happens to be inside my bathroom that's covered in gorgeous white marble titles, and marble countertops around the sink. The other two doors, to the left and right of my bedroom door, are not as large but not too small. The left door leads to Narnia. Ha, just kidding, it's the guest room. The other is a work space I made.
I picked up the remote and turned on my music, and it started blasting through the stereo. Still handling my phone between fingers, I swipe open my iPhone homescreen and start dialing the fading numbers.
"Hello?" Her voice made my heart race as I slowly breathed out.
"Hey, I was on my way to beat up the pole," my watch ticked once or twice as I waited for her reply.
"Haha, sounds like a plan" I could hear her smiling through the phone.
"But you see, it's a bit too early to have a fight, so would you like to wait with me? Over a coffee or something? I could use the company.." I trailed off, crossing my fingers and waited anxiously for her reply.
"Coffee plus you? What are we still on the phone for?" I laugh lightly and quickly map out our neighborhood in my mind.
"Starbucks on the corner of 5th and West Avenue in 10. I'll see you there," I hang up after she agrees and I hurry to my shower to clean off the sweat of my earlier jog. Humming to my music, I pick out a new outfit, perfect for the weather. Fresh, dark wash skinny jeans are a given with bright, red Adidas topped with a clean, white button up. I roll up the sleeves as I walk out of my room, passing by the kitchen counter to pick up my keys. I close up behind me and scan the street for my car, a sleek gray '67 Stingray Corvette. I start the engine and take off, instead of walking a block or so, to save time.
The door made a jingle sound as I strolled through and I immediately spot Rose in the back near the lounge area. Grinning, I wave at her as I quickly order a s'mores frappe.
"Hey Rose," I greeted her as I sit down with my beverage.
"Nikola! Hi," she said, returning the smile.
"So, this is you, dog-less and no yoga pants," she blushes. Rose had on light wash skinny jeans with black vans and a simple striped red shirt with a denim jacket wrapped around her shoulders. Her golden strands of hair fall on her face, making me want to brush them away. I lick my lips, averting my eyes to avoid humiliating myself.
"This is me. I love your outfit choice, by the way," her eyes glisten as the sunlight invades the glass windows behind me and brighten her face.
