It was Sunday morning. Sandra and her mother left their front door and marched toward the street, She looked up at the deep blue sky with occasional patches of white clouds spreading across.
Sandra's mother took a hold of her daughter's left wrist and held tight.
Her protective mother turned her head, her eyes checked for traffic on both sides, then they hurried across the street. The street wasn't too empty nor quiet on mid Sunday morning; it showed no sign of car or people. Many cars still parked in the drive way of their church. Sandra heard their own foot steps as their shoes hit the pavement. The bright sun warmed Sandra's bared shoulders as they trod along the sidewalk, toward the church.
Occasionally, they came across a few high maintenance yards dressed up with thick green lawns and annual flower beds of colorful impatient. The some sections of the sidewalk was still wet from the morning lawn watering.
When the two passed by a row of blue agapanthus, Sandra stuck her right hand out to the side with a slide raised angle to catch its flower heads.
Her mother's eyes scanned ahead for objects standing in their path or for a rare sight of dog poops as we had encountered them in the past near the church.
Soulful voices, sounding like angels from the outside. Her mother's keys falling out of her purse as she quickly tried to make it inside the church.
Sandra runs back to grab them, But another hand seemed to beat her to it.
She looks up to see Malik. His cheeks were chiseled like a finely-carved Michelangelo statue. His nose looked perfectly symmetrical from where Sandra looked. His lips looked slightly full: the kind that end in a cute little smirk at the corners, which created butterflies in her stomach. The rays of the Sunday morning sun highlight his cheeks and chin. But she remembered why she was upset with him
"What do you want?" She mumbled, reaching for her mother's keys but Malik teased.
"You've been missing for a bit" He chuckled "Gimme my keys" She grunted, reaching. But Malik was taller, quicker. "Let me sit next to you during service" He handed them to her, finally. His smile, sent a chill down her spine.
Sandra couldn't help but smile back. The choir begin to sing the hymn, which meant it was time to arrive. "Shoot. Come on" She grabs his wrist, leading him into the church.
Author's Note:
Sigh, sorry for the late update! I've been off social media for a bit and focusing on school blah blah. But I'll make it up this week by updating about 5 chapters
