1st on the nfl docket, my favorite menace to society 🤭 just something cute to kick things off. enjoy!
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Stefon let out an exasperated sigh as he stepped through the french doors of Soho House Chicago. The chilling wind of the city had his bones stiff and frigid so he was grateful for the immediate warmth the luxury hotel's lobby brought.
The lobby was busy as the ground floor doubled as a french restaurant that many locals frequented for its infamous afternoon tea experience. The ambiance gave a very cozy energy, amplifying the establishments phrase of "Your home away from home."
A few whispers from patrons met Stefon's ears as the wide receiver began to get recognized by those who knew the sport or just knew his face. He flashed a few smiles and fixed the Hermes blanket he had wrapped around him so it hung on his shoulders like a scarf before finally making his way towards the front desk.
As he approached, his eyes landed on the lone young woman behind the desk, obviously meant to be the one to help him. She was slightly taller than the average woman but still shorter than him, very slim but the cream slacks she wore hugged her hips.
The curve in her hips became emphasized as she shifted her weight to her left foot and held an expression of frustraion as she typed away on the computer she occupied. Her sepia hued skin had a glow under the warm light that illuminated the lobby, making Stefon infatuated with her almost immediately.
Tamia pushed a few of her waist length goddess braids over her left shoulder as she scanned the desktop screen in front of her. She had been tasked with clearing out the front desk's email, which included her having to answer the one million & one questions posed by Soho's hotel guests, past and upcoming.
"One of these days a fine ass man is going to come in here and whisk me away from all this 9 to 5 nonsense," She mumbled her fairytale like desires to herself before typing up several professional responses.
Suddenly her attention was pulled from the screen as her nose caught a hint of someone's cologne, making her look up to see where it came from.
Tamia eyes locked with Stefon's and naturally she gave him a welcoming smile, as she did all the other guests that walked through Soho's doors. His face looked familiar to her but she couldn't place where she had seen it.
Was he in a movie? ... No, I think he plays a sport.
Her brain began to scan through all the athletes she knew from memory, which were only a handful, and she still couldn't place him.
Tamia pushed the thought aside as the muscular young man finally approached the desk with a small smile.
"Hey, how are you? How can I help you?" Tamia's sweet voice pulled the corner of Stefon's smile up a bit more in order to show off the dimple that rested in his left cheek.
