Room 221 || Lucaya

Attatchment

MAYA'S POV:

I scan the park thoroughly, looking for a place to sit. After a few minutes of searching, I settle on a dark wooden bench in the children's playground area.

Impatiently waiting, my phone dings: a text from Lucas.

"I'm here," the message on my lock screen reads.

After the incident that occurred yesterday in Starbucks, I asked Lucas to meet me in the most low-key public area possible so we can talk about what happened. The air needs to be cleared before someone gets hurt.

And that someone is Riley.

The wind whistles through the trees quietly, creating a soft breeze in the air. I run my fingers through my long, wavy blonde hair anxiously until I spot Lucas across the park.

He is so freaking hot.

He strolls up to the bench sporting a tight gray t-shirt that highlights his muscular build effortlessly. His sandy brown hair is pushed off his forehead, revealing his sparkling green eyes with unbelievably thick eyelashes. The way the sun light hits his tan complexion glowing in the rays has me mesmerized.

"Hey, Penelope," he grins as he sits down next to me. He must be much more enthusiastic about meeting me here more than I am, because seeing us two together would be quite a sight.

An irritated blonde chick with a smiling, handsome guy?

"Hey, Sundance..." I respond, gazing out into the distance to avoid eye contact.

I am not in the mood to drown in his green eyes.

A small chuckle escapes Lucas' mouth as he looks down with a smile. "Why do you call me that?"

His rather simplistic question causes my mind to ponder. Why do I never refer to Lucas by his first name? Ever since I was a small child, I have always had a huge love and passion for all animals. Although my mother and I barely had enough living space for the two of us in our tiny apartment, I took in any stray animal I found on the lone streets of New York City. I remember my mother had five simple rules when it came to taking in the animals: I must feed them, clean them, play with them, walk them, but most importantly, never name an animal. I had constantly asked my mother why I could not name my pets, and she responded that once we find a good home for the animal, they will be gone. My innocent and stubborn mind questioned why the animal couldn't just keep the name up until they left our home, or tell their new family their name.

"Attachment, Maya," was always her answer.

Attachment.

Attachment is something that is so easily attainable, yet so difficult to stray away from. Once you become hooked, there is no coming back easily.

And I, Maya Penelope Hart, am attached to Lucas Friar.

"Why do you always call me Penelope?" I snap back, raising my eyebrow suspiciously.

Lucas chuckles deeply. "Well, isn't that your middle name?"

"Okay, smartass, but normal people address people by their first names."

"But we're not normal people," he whispers, his voice thick and husky. My lips begin to quiver at the sound of his sexy voice replaying in my mind over and over before the conversation was continued.

"And, you know, the nickname 'Sundance' is referred to a sexual meaning," he implies with a conceited grin, leaning back on the bench with his arms spread out.