"Nia." Her name softly fell from his lips and she soaked in his sweet breath like a pancake to syrup. Her eyes were low and she was watching his chest rise and fall. She couldn't look at him just yet. She was frozen in place.
With just this brazen...
Nia didn't know how her besties managed to secure a last minute brunch reservation during the city's second busiest long weekend.
But then again, there seemed to be a lot Nia that didn't know at the moment.
Nia didn't know what to say to Mac. She didn't know if she should say anything to him all. She didn't know whether to be happy or sad about it, and her conflicting emotions were muddling her potential responses.
Nia didn't know if she should keep seeing Colin. Nia didn't know if there really was any reason to stop seeing Colin. And Nia certainly didn't know if the stain they had made on her couch last night was ever going to come out.
Nia didn't know how to solve any of her problems. And while the prospect of leaving them in the dust and moving to San Francisco seemed ultra-appealing at the moment, Nia didn't know if she was going to take the promotion.
Nia didn't even know which issue to try and tackle first. She also didn't think that this brunch was going to help her figure it out either. And that alone, annoyed the hell out of her.
It was one thing for her day planner to be thrown out of the window, but it was the blatant wasting of her time that had Nia fuming as she scrambled to find parking nearly three hours after her friends had called her. It felt like they were disregarding that she actually had her own shit to sort through for the sake of their own entertainment.
Maybe it was routine withdrawals, maybe it was that she hadn't even replied to her best friend yet, or maybe it was because her laundry list of issues seemed to be growing more complex than her schedule.
If only she could tame it in the same way.
Nia knew deep down that these issues were unorganizable, but she just wanted a few hours to herself to try and categorize them. She thought that maybe if she was able to list and capture them in black and white, she might be able to get a handle on one or two. Maybe then, she could grasp how the fuck she ended up here; stomping three blocks in misery on a beautiful sunny day, with her pink Telfar jelly slides on her feet while the matching medium bag hung from her fingertips.
What she should have been doing was soaking up the hot sun and enjoying the cool breeze of being by the Lakeshore, seeing the world through the literal rose tinted glasses perched on her nose. Revelling in receiving her Telfar package before the end of summer. Glowing and giddy that the set paired perfectly with a pink and orange patterned romper that she had sitting in her closet. Instead, Nia was feeling doused with dread.
"Girl, we cannot keep meeting like this." Jonelle chided as Nia walked up to the table.
"You're really late." Sarina sighed.
"I missed Ahmed's morning class sleeping in and I'm missing his afternoon class for this. This wasn't even on my agenda..." Nia snorted as she sat down.
"Of course it wouldn't be. This is your intervention babes." Raven hummed.
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