A South African 19-year-old NYU college student, raised in LA, gets an internship at a prestigious law firm in New York, Upper East Side. As she works on her career, she battles between her studies, substance abuse, glory, and relationships. What wi...
I listen to the footsteps, as they depart, and the boundary line alters. "You're up, next.", Danai reports, as her fingers shuffle through the bowl. Her footsteps departed, and mine moved forward. I reach into the bowl, shuffling my fingers, until my hand seizes a paper, my blindfold is removed., and my eyes read the words located. Number 29
I walk to suit Number 29, tapping on his shoulder, and my partner is revealed. Damson. He turns around with a grin on his lips. "Did you get all dressed up to come and see me?" I roll my eyes. No way! He's my partner.
- Flashback
Thoughts will be italicized!
August 10th Manhattan, New York Train towards Blonde Concert 12:45 AM
• Damson
My hand tightens around the silver pole, as my eyes wander to the girl, with the black Adidas. She was angelic, her braids flew by the breeze, and her gold jewellery continued clanking every time she moved. It was clear that symbolised wealth and status, which intrigued me, my eyes were caught, by her alluring gold butterfly bell ring. Wow! Who is this girl?! Her friend talks, and she redirects her consideration to her. My attention diverts to my music, as my eyes wander towards her view. She leaps out of her seat and glides towards the exit gracefully. Nevertheless, her bracelet tumbles to the ground. As she is about to grab it, the exit doors nearly shut. My legs rushed towards her, as my hand pressed in between the two doors, causing them to bounce backwards. "Hayibo!"
"Thank you.", she replies with a smile, grasping her gold jewellery. A grin appears on my lips.
"Couldn't allow a pretty girl to miss her stop."
"Aye?!"
"Ok, it's my stop too.", I joke, as emphatic laughter bursts out of me. She snickers at my joke, as a charming grin forms on her lips. I smirk, why do I already feel a connection with her?"You're cute, too."
"Thank you. I would presume this heroic act, gets me your number.", I replied, with a pleading look.
"Aye?! Was that all it was for? If I wasn't cute, would you let me die?", she hit her chest playfully, as an apprehensive laugh escaped my mouth. I'm sure I got her number, right? I nervously played with my silver rings and patiently waited. She's so fine, I better not fumble!
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"I mean, I can't have the most beautiful girl I've ever seen dying before I get to ask her on a date?", I wittily replied.
"Oh— Smooth! Perhaps a name. I'm Annika. Are you attending the Frank Ocean Concert as well?!"
