amorous | qimir

iii. a friend

YOU WONDERED why you don't go out as often as you liked. The thought lingers in your head as you lay on your bed, the blue neon light from the shop in-front of your building illuminating your face in the darkness of your own home. Of course, one valid reason you can think of is the crime and chemicals infested in the city. But was that it really? Ah, outside the club, you really don't have anyone besides Tann to talk to. You've always lived a solitary life after your mother had left you. It was much more easier being alone, but you do resent yourself from time to time why you couldn't just go out there.

When was the last time you had fun? That question in your head formulates from Qimir's suggestion that you should show him the things you do for fun in your day-off. And you think about it now, he never really told you where he'll meet you for this supposed suggestion of his. And in the high of the moment, you reluctantly agreed without much thought. You guessed that maybe this whole thing won't happen. Shame. You think for a moment, enjoying the quietness of your own tiny apartment. There wasn't much daylight in the planet, black smog covered the whole sky, sometimes it would feel like the night hasn't surpassed yet. Which was oddly comforting.

You don't know how much time has passed, your HoloTV was running through the background, left opened by your own boredom. You feel yourself feeling a little drowsy, the comfort of your sheets lulling you to your daily nap. Until, the buzz of your intercom at the front door suddenly jolts you awake. You sit up, wondering if your stupid landlord decided to complain to you about your late due of pay again, which you promised you would handle it within the end of the month. The intercom is still buzzing, it won't stop until you would press back to whoever is trying to disturb your peace.

"I'm coming!" You shout, pressing the tiny button, and to your surprise, a familiar voice goes through.

"Hey, it's me... Qimir." You blinked, dumbfounded, since when did you given him your address? Your brows furrow as you press open your door, and you were met with the sight of him leaning against the control panel, with an annoying grin on his face as he waves in greeting. He dressed a bit more nicer than what you saw him in yesterday, but his hair is still a mess.

"Are you stalking me now?" You put your hands to your hips, a little furious and a whole lot confused. His eyes widened at your reaction.

"It's n-not like that, I swear!" He stutters as he comes closer to you. You stay still in your spot, slightly relishing his closeness as he explains himself. You were rather relieved he didn't smell like a whole cantina when a subtle hit of his herby scent hits your nose.

"I asked your co-worker where you lived since apparently I kinda forgot to ask you that. She did almost called the security force on me but I managed." He chuckles, scratching the back of his head. Tann told him? You wonder how he got to persuade her to tell him.

"Because you were drunk." You reminded him, crossing your arms, your breasts lightly squishing upwards, in which his eyes flicker to that for a brief moment.

"I know, I know- but you should've told me something!" He has the audacity to argue, which was actually a good point. "Hey, you agreed on hanging out with me. That I very much remembered."

You don't say anything, your irritation dying out with his charm. Qimir watches you, waiting and expecting. He can't help but draw his eyes down your face to see you dressed in those short sleep shorts and a loose tank top.

"Alright, come in." You say nonchalantly, turning around to get back inside your apartment as Qimir happily walks through, the door shutting behind him.

"You live alone?" He asks while he scans his eyes around your place.

"Yup." You nod, going to your little kitchen area. "Do you want something to drink?"