And then, she laughs.
A beautifully melodic sound of amusement that bubbles from her lips.
As she bares her sharp teeth, the corners of her pink lips quirk on either side of her flushed cheeks.
The usual dark forest in her eyes brightens with warmth...
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Leah Parker
I was definitely not okay when I decided to break into Nathan's apartment.
I'm just asking for him to cut my life short with the simple flick of a lighter... if he finds out, of course.
I stroll to my full-body mirror, admiring the fresh demeanour I created to suit the forthcoming lie I will tell.
A YouTuber who's late to her Pilates class.
I try (and fail) to flatten out some of the inevitable creases in my black leggings with the front of my hands. The struggle is followed by me grunting and scoffing when my matching sports bra refuses to loosen.
After fixing my small dilemma, I head over to my bed where a cliche mystery pinboard lies: splattered with an arrangement of primary coloured sprinkles, drizzled with strawberry sauce, and dotted with painted marshmallows. My fingers curl carefully around the edges as I store the board behind my chest of drawers for secrecy.
My hands are starting to sweat and my pulse is quickening due to my crazy nerves.
What if Nathan finds me rummaging through his drawers? Imagine how embarrassing that would be!
Imagine the consequences.
Goosebumps spread onto my skin, pricking the hair on the back of my neck.
My death is guaranteed if Nathan finds me lurking in his apartment.
This might be the last time I stand in my bedroom before I suffer the sinful wrath of my rival's vengeful hands.
I exit my block, rubbing my warm hands to try and butter the heat onto my arms which are clad with goosebumps. I shiver in the cold breeze, rushing towards my car.
Once I arrive at the prestigious and pricey block, the Sapphire Suite, I walk through the automatic double doors.
An arrangement of plush seats and sofas are placed around the ground floor with glass coffee tables between them. A few pairs of greenery lay around in porcelain pots. Ringed lights illuminate the ground floor as I make my way over to the receptionist's desk.
And thankfully, my assumption was correct - these slippers don't make a single sound against the sleek marble floor.
I stand before the rounded desk with oak bars circling around it to create a modern design. I stand there awkwardly, biting the inside of my cheek as I keep the words equipped on the tip of my tongue.
An elderly lady suddenly pops out of a door behind the desk, a few papers in her wrinkled hands. I greet her with a smile as she returns one that warms my heart.
She holds the back of her spinning chair so that it doesn't slip away as she tries to sit on it. Finally adjusting to the seat, she brushes the long wisps of grey hair out of her framed eyes to look at me.
