I stalked out of my room and made my way over to the coffee pot. I walked around several unpacked boxes I keep moving around in the living room. I really need to get to those. I think for the millionth time in a month. The tile floor of the kitchen is cold against my bare feet.
It was early on a Sunday morning as I poured the dark coffee into my favorite blue mug, I looked out the windows of the kitchen and saw snow falling so gently you'd never notice if it landed on you or the wind just blew slightly. I added French vanilla creamer to my now caramel colored coffee as I watched the snow fall over the city that never sleeps. I was never one for the snow, but I loved how beautiful it made everything look. It hadn't been snowing all that much and, being that it was almost Christmas, it was kind of welcoming. While everyone complained about the lack of snow, I was secretly wishing it to be 65 degrees on Christmas.
Carrying my lovely blue mug with me, I parkoured my way through the living room, once again, returning to my bedroom to get dressed. I settled on a baggy-but-not-to-baggy maroon sweater and my favorite pair of gray tights, accompanied by my camouflage slippers I wore like a second pair of feet. Being that I had no place to be on that lovely Sunday morning, I wanted to be comfortable. I will unpack those boxes today, even if it kills me. I vow to myself. Making my way to the bathroom, I finished my coffee and let the mug on the counter by the sink, hoping I wouldn't forget it when I was done. Pulling the phone from where I'd shoved it in my bra, I pulled up my Pandora app and was greeted by Justin Bieber singing Love Yourself. As I brushed my teeth and washed my face, I danced along to the beat of the music. I'd grown rather fond of Justin Bieber since he came out with his new album and, I don't care what anyone else said, I think he did a wonderful job.
I took my hair down from the bun I'd put it in before I went to bed the night before and observed it from the mirror that was in front of me. Today was one of the few good hair days I've had since I moved. My auburn hair, that ended at my mid back, covered my shoulders like a cloak. The wave of my hair looked as though I'd taken hours to get it to look that way. Putting on the bare essentials of make-up, eye shadow, mascara, lower-lid eye liner: never foundation, I was content with how I looked. Grabbing my cup, praising myself on remembering it, I strolled out to my living room that had been invaded with boxes for nearly a month.
I sat on my Victorian floral couch with a sigh and went to open the first box. I stopped in my tracks when I heard a knock at the door. Who could that be? I wondered as I, ever so carefully, made my way to the front door I still admired every time I looked at it.
Opening the door, I found the man who had visited once before. He, too, was in his lazy Sunday outfit, a pair of sweats and an old Led Zeppelin band t-shirt that fit him generously. "Hello again," I said with a grin the size of Texas. He returned my smile with a laid back grin that said it's nice to see you too.
"Hello, miss. How are you this morning?" He asked, whether he genuinely wanted to know or not was uncertain. So I went with the way I knew was best, "I'm doing great. How about yourself?"
"Wonderful. I wanted to ask you if you would like to come over today to help me decorate my tree." He stated as if it were some tradition to invite strangers over to help decorate. I gave him a look that must've said, I don't have time because he quickly added, "If you aren't busy, of course." Maybe a day away from the apartment is good. I think. "Sure, I'd love to." I answer him with a smile. I head back to my room and grab my fur-lined black boots and slip them on. Upon returning to the living room, I grab by keys and wallet, just in case, and go out the door.
Once I close and lock it, I turn around to him holding his hand out. "Ryan," he says, hand still extended towards me. "Charlotte," I say back and take his hand.
"Well, Miss Charlotte, to my place," he says and turns around with a pip in his step. I laugh at this action and realize that him and I are going to be great friends.
Author's Note:
Just let my mind wander with this one. Everyone's getting names, so exciting!!! Comment what you think! Thanks loves!!
-Charlie
