✕:1999

Uno

Carter Monroe ✝

I took one last look at myself for the bout twelfth time this morning. Not only was I stressed, but I was nervous for my first day interning at Soho Art Studio. I was so nervous that I had to change my shirt twice because I was afraid I had sweat stains in both shirts. After two outfit changes, and three hours later: I simply decided on something that would look be comfortable, but not to under dressed for the part. 

My outfit for the day consisted of, a denim top that was buttoned to the top, burgundy American Eagle jeans, and brown Steve Madden combat boots. I then grabbed my brown beanie, gold Timex watch, and a chain my mother got me for Christmas last year. After grabbing my galaxy bag from PINK, I then made my way outside my apartment, remembering to lock the door, and  headed outside. The late March breeze hit me unexpectedly, causing my blonde hair to blow in different directions. How wonderful? On my walk down to the subway station, I plugged my ear buds into my ear, as I bumped my head to Day One by Mac Miller, a song I listened to when to help clear my mind. 

After going through the whole process to board the subway, I finally made it down the stairs, as I hopped in. I was a bit nervous, being that I had never before bin on a subway before. But I tried my best to shake my fears. I then took the last seat in the middle, next to a black guy who looked like he was in his late twenties, wearing a black fitted that read LVRS in bold white letters, a black leather jacket and a black graphic t-shirt. Plus multiple gold chains around his neck. Even though he was wearing dark shades, he looked rather familiar. 

I guess I must have bin staring to hard, and offended him since he quickly removed his shades, and stared me down intensively before speaking, "What you looking at?" He asked with a hell of an attitude. As I looked closely at him, I knew exactly who he was and was relieved once I noticed that the subway reached a destination. I quickly grabbed my bag from the seat before dashing off, as I heard him call my name from behind me. 

I rushed off the subway before squeezing and pushing through many people  to get out of station. Once I was out, I walked around the city for nearly fifteen minutes, starring at my phone screen, and bumping into pedestrians around me. I eventually gave up once I looked down at my watch, and noticed I was about to be late for my internship at one o'clock. Instead of blowing off the appointment entirely, I decided on asking the next person to walk past me.

"Excuse me, but do you know the way to the Soho Art Studio?" I asked a guy who was walking past me while I was starring at the map on my cellphone for the past ten minutes. I quickly stuffed my phone in my pants pocket, as he came over. The last thing I wanted was people thinking I was another tourist.

"Soho is bout a hour from here by subway, you know you in Brooklyn right? I can show you around if you want." he said with a smirk, looking be up and down while licking his lips. The guy looked to be an African American in his late teens. He was wearing a white Supreme t-shirt with Kermit The Frog, a blue and white sweater, tapered Levi cargo pants, and a burgundy hat. He was rather attractive and had a nice smile, but the way he was acting wasn't as good. 

"Look first of all don't call me Ma, the fuck I look like? Second of all I don't need your ass to show me around, all I want is help to get to Soho and your not helping very much. So never mind." I fumed storming off to find directions from someone else, "I swear I can't stand reckless ass people." I mumbled under my breath out of anger,  I continued down the street, wishing I had used an actual map then a cheap ass app off of my phone. 

'That was pretty messed up.'

My good internal conscience said, as I continued walking back towards the subway I came from, I then stopped once I remembered I didn't know where in the hell I was going. I rolled my eyes before walking back to the boy from earlier. The one whom I seemed to not gotten his name. I cleared my throat to get his attention as I noticed him leaning against a building, doing something on his phone.