Confessions of a Cynic

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Eros has always been alert in the mornings.

Waking up with his alarm,  gave a yawn first and immediately went out of bed. He went to his kitchen to have his breakfast; sipping a hot Americano' while reading a newspaper or just by looking from his large window in his own luxury apartment, watching the city below him. When breakfast is done, he goes to the showers: steamy water was his preference. With his towel on, he went to his walk-in-closet, in there where a line of designer shirts, designer pants and designer shoes.

He fixed his black tie in front of the mirror and combed his hair. Pleased with the results, he finished his over all look with a spray of Armani.

He went to his car, a Mercedes-Benz Hybrid. He drove towards his company, greeted by some workers and being giggled by the women. Pushing the penthouse, he waited for the elevator to reach the highest floor.

The doors finally opened and Eros stepped out. He was greeted again by his workers along the way and as he reach his office, Carmen was already there with a folder that is filled with files and contracts.

"Good morning, sir Eros." Carmen said.

"Good morning." Eros smiled and went inside together with Carmen.

Snoozing the alarm for the 4th time, Psyche pound the clock and lazily sits up. She scratches her plum-dyed bed hair with her eyes still closing.

After 15 minutes, she managed to got off the bed and went to her small kitchen by the corner of her small apartment where she took a cereal and some milk. She sat down on her bed to eat her cereal, looking around her unpainted room or sometimes admiring some of her art pieces displayed on the floor or just simply took a chair and watch the people outside from her awn window.

When breakfast is done, she went to the  tub, play with her rubber ducky for a bit and blowing bubbles. With her robe on, she went to her room, opened her cabinet and decided what to wear for the day. She chose a lose muscle shirt, a bohemian robe, some blue skinny denim jeans and paired them with a brown leather boots.

She was indecisive if she would wear a hat or not for the day. After 10 minutes, she decided to wear one. She grabbed her colorful crochet bag and went out of her apartment and headed toward her work with her  vintage bike in turquoise blue.

Yawning along the hallway, she was being greeted by some of her workers. She greets them back by giving them a high-five. Finally arriving to her cubicle, Cornelia jumped out at Psyche the moment she saw her Boho friend coming towards her table. Her short blonde hair bounced.

"How do I look?" Cornelia did a little dance to show off her bob-cut new hairstyle.

"Totally rad." Psyche commented.

"I'm glad you said that. I have a date tonight."

"Another dating spree?"

"At least I got a date."

"Where'd you find this-" Psyche was aiming for the word: "garbage" but she doesn't want to hurt her best friend's feelings. She change her look just to look nice for this date. "-man, anyway?"

"Remember last week when I grabbed you to that new bar by the block? Remember that man that I had eyes on?"

Psyche looked up, trying to remember. "Oh yeah. The one where you left me off to hook up with him. How could I ever forget?"

"Well, he asked for my number and we are-" Cornelia stopped and gave a dreamy sigh.

"Hooking up?"Psyche continued for her with zero interest.