Breaking Free

Well Wishes.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* I shoot up, knowing how much I have to get done today. I glance at my phone and check the time. 8:15 am. Good, I have 3 hours to prepare myself for my flat tour. I push myself up out of bed after playing on social media for a good half an hour, and undress for a well deserved shower. I scrub my tan body with a nice smelling bath and body works wash. I want to repurchase it, but quite unfortunately the label has worn off. I finally get out of the shower and blow dry my long hair. I frantically tear apart my suitcase looking for some semi formal attire. I really want this apartment.

When i do finally find a classy skirt and blouse, i realize i only have 1 hour left to do my makeup and hair and get there. I grab my makeup bag, and do a simple face, adorned by red lipstick. I leave my hair in its natural waves, but i braid the front portions back. I stop by the  lobby and confirm that i'll be back in a few hours, and not to clean my room. I hail a taxi, and hop into the back, quickly reading out the directions. I'm told it will be 20 minutes until we arrive, and i exhale a breath i didn't know i was holding.

I rest my mind while sitting in the back, and stare out of the window. I'm suddenly overwhelmed by how big and beautiful London was, and we aren't even near downtown yet! The amazingly detailed buildings call out to me, and yet i'm clueless to what purpose they serve. As we near towards the flat, I see a magnificent building rise out of the distance, and i quickly know exactly what it is. Style & Co. My heart beats faster, knowing i have to confront that building in a few hours time. "Miss, we have arrived." I open my door, and grip my purse, regretting my decision to be an independent adult.

I slowly walk into the buildings lobby, and turn towards the receptionist. "Hi, i'm Lina Shea and I have a flat tour scheduled?" I manage to get out, my irrational anxiety choking me. The man gives me a fake smile and starts typing things into the computer. "Yes, you're listed here. Mr.B is waiting for you on floor 9." I give a polite thank you and walk towards the elevator, being too lazy to walk up 9 flights of stairs. As the elevator opens, a young man who looks to be about my age walks out, giving me a side glance. He wasn't extremely buff, but he didn't look weak. He stops, and turns towards me. " 'Ello love, who are you? I've not seen you 'round this complex before."  I give him an awkward stare not knowing if i should reply.

He surely acknowledges my internal debate, and speaks some more. "I'm Cal by the way." I decide to finally reply. "Oh, i'm Lina, and i'm here for a flat tour.." His eyes light up a small bit. "What floor love? I'm staying on 8." he says, a bit of amusement laced in his voice. " Oh, floor 9." he gives my reply some thought, before replying "Come down and see me sometime, room 412." and just like that he walks away. That was odd, but nice. Maybe i WILL make some friends here.