ORANGE JUICE

IKEA

She had finally gotten the apartment of her dreams!

But she needed the bed to match...

A beautiful high rise with a balcony view, Y/N was in the middle of New York with nothing to do. It was all still foreign to her, especially since she had been there for two weeks. Her furniture was coming in but in the meantime, she had developed a nest of Walmart bedding in her living room.

Who wanted to put their most expensive sheets on the floor?

Nobody, and definitely not Y/N. She had a little bit of hood in her, a couple of crazy cousins, but she identified as the one bitch in that environment who engaged in project proclivities from time to time but had a dash of bougie in her that kept those activities from going TOO far.

Red cups were strewn around the kitchen. Her body felt weird from all the takeout she was eating, and at this point, all she wanted was a good meal.

She gobbled down a fruit cup and stared at her open cabinet, analyzing the dwindling number of snacks that she would soon have to replenish.

Her house looked like a Kanye West video, or just Kanye West's house. It was empty, luxurious, and cold. Even her plush white carpets didn't warm her up like she thought they would. She grew impatient about her soon to arrive things, just wanting to add flavor to her sterile surroundings.

On her way out the door, another neighbor was also about to leave as well.

And he noticed her, focusing on her face first before he began to check out her clothes and bag. Kinda like he was reading her and building up a perception of who she seemed to be to him.

"You just move in?"

His eyes were keen, dark, and observant.

"Yeah. I mostly stay in, though. That's probably why you've never seen me before."

He kept looking her up and down.

From her vinyl calf high boots, to her brown thick thighs, past her tight miniskirt, all the way up to her breasts, neck, and face.

"Let me know if you need anything. I could help out."

She started looking at him. He had a floor length varsity trench coat on with fitted Mack Weldon sweatpants and Air Jordan 1 Mids in Triple White.

She made sure to pay attention to his print before crawling up under low lashes to his chest, neck, beard, and full lips.

Her eyes stayed there as she spoke.

"Well, that's nice of you. If I need a hand, I'll ask."

His dreads were in his eyes, which she hated because she wanted to see them better.

He started to walk backwards.

"Hopefully you'll need that soon. Nice meeting you."

She replayed his voice in her head after he left, smiling at her keys as she went to lock her door.

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Her snack stash was fully stocked again and she had China Xiang on the way. She had heard that New York Chinese food was good and she wanted to try.

Orange chicken and egg foo young would serve as her solution for the munchies after she smoked her blunt.

She got her Sailor Moon grinder out and was about to start her process of chill when she heard movement near her door. Y/N was nosy as hell when she wanted to be, tiptoeing to her peephole to see her neighbor taking a girl inside.