Napped Kid

Chapter V - Hes

I really hope you aren't getting bored with my philosophical rantings here. Great things await us in the next couple of chapters; fasten your seatbelts, and be ready my friends.

I have discovered the magic that's typing the chapters in my phone... I'm flipping colours.

Pay attention to the little things and small references, that's what we are characterised for. ;) Special cheers to my friend Susy -- @silentsusy learn wisely like her and pay attention to the anagrams!

Ella, Lena and Mel.

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Having the radio on was something usual in Nina's place. It would be sounding in the background for hours while she did other things, most of the time not even paying attention to it.

But when certain song started playing, Nina stopped her wandering around, put down the book she was reading for work and run to put the volume at maximum.

"I'm hurting baby, I'm broken down. I need your loving, loving. I need it now."

She laughed while dancing in circles around the kitchen. She couldn't believe herself, but that song was definitely her guilty pleasure. Actually, everything by that group was. Might be (It probably was) because the main singer was incredibly hot or she didn't know why, but their melodies were very catchy for her, and she couldn't stop mumbling them.

"When I'm without you, I'm something weak. Don't leave me hanging, hanging. Come give me some."

Her dancing continued, singing along to those words she knew by heart, never doubting them, until the song finished.

After her little show, her mood was noticeably better. She was feeling stuck with the book she was reading, - rereading, actually. She had to design its cover due Tuesday and she didn't have the slightest idea on how to do it. She was never this lost having so little time.

Frustrated, she glanced at the white clock in her deep green wall. Half past four. Good thing she had a sixth sense for this kind of stuff, otherwise she would have been late. She never was late.

Every Saturday afternoon, Nina made a ten minutes walk to her favorite patisserie and had tea. It was a time she dedicated to herself, to be in complete peace. For two years, every Saturday she made her way through the same streets to the little shop where the usual staff (an old but very very nice lady and two young helpers one of them her son) already knew her.

Rapidly getting ready, she grabbed her coat. Autumn covered the New York' streets, it was chilly enough although winter wasn't there just yet. Exactly Nina's favorite season, perfect for cuddle up sessions and lazy afternoons watching movies.

Placing a light scarf around her neck, Nina left her apartment. She loved walking by the city, specially without being rushed. She could appreciate the beauty of every tree loosing their green colors and how the people moved, resembling a choreographed dance of madness.

The door tingled when Nina walked trough it. The inside of the petite shop was warm and nicely decorated with a green and brown theme.

"Nina!" The woman behind the counter saluted her excitedly. "Just in time. As always."

"Hello Mrs. Aulnette. How are you? It's getting colder and colder!" Nina asked with a laugh.

"Hey Nina." Bruno, the lady's son, walked until where she was to hug her.

He was a young 18-years-old boy. Nina appreciated him deeply. When she met him, he was a young little boy in high school, who older people liked to mock because he worked in his mom's shop and because he was different.