Taste of Immortality

Chapter 4 Kissing and Katy Perry

Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself - and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.

Jim Morrison

Chapter 4 Kissing and Katy Perry

Katherine woke up well rested, and her usually tense muscles relaxed. “Time to get dressed to go to the building of doom.” She pulled off the sheets, from her naked body. Traipsing with a extra vigor in her step, she looked in her bathroom's large brushed nickel mirror. After brushing her teeth, until they gleamed, then washed her face, neck and behind ears.

There was a mark on her shoulder, by her neck. “Where did that come from? Damn, if I didn't know better, I would think I was bit by a vampire. But since my name is not Bella, I think it's safe to say, I don't know any Edwards. I think I must have somehow cut myself.”

Black hair fell in in silky straight lines, as her hands held the brush, deftly stroking from the crown of her head to the ends below her waist. Examining her reflection critically, as she applied a light coat of make up, stopping until she was satisfied with the polished illusion.

Walking out of the elevator, she waited in her building, until the large heavily tinted sedan pulled up front. Oblivious to many of the appreciative and curious stares pointed her way, you scooted onto the leather seat as the driver closed the door.

Katherine looked at her office notebook to see what meetings and objectives were needed to be done for Mr. Massey. “Mitchell, we need to stop by the dry cleaners and then pick up Mr. Massey's breakfast.”

“Yes, Katherine. Happy belated Valentine's Day, I bought you a little something. Look at the seat next to you,” his bright blue eyes gazed at me through the rear view mirror.

“Thank you, but you should not have spent your money on me.” Opening the small bag, left on the seat. She pulled out the small box of Swiss chocolates. “Oh my god, chocolates! I love you, Mitchell!”

Her giggles and words seem to brighten the man's twenty six year old face. His rugged face held a smile. He knew she was out of his league, she was so beautiful and nice. The best thing about her, was Katherine never expected people to be nice to her, but she was always nice to everyone. She appreciated people, and gave everyone a chance. Even if they didn't deserve it.

She never talked about her personal life with anyone, but he had heard snippets of her phone conversations with her friend, Carlton. He knew she was dating someone. He knew he didn't stand a chance.

She pulled out her cell phone to call in Mr. Massey's breakfast order, and four drink orders. “Yes, please label them. Mitchell, the vanilla cappuccino. Massey, the Mocha cappuccino. Maggie, the caramel mocha. Frank, the black coffee, two cremes and one sugar. Thank you. I will be there in fifteen.”

“First stop, Katherine.” He stopped and pulled open her door, then went to the back to open the trunk. Hustling herself out of the car, she clasp the claim tickets in her pocket book. “Thank you Mitchell” she called out to him.

“Good morning Mrs. Chow, how are you?” Katherine greeted the attractive, older Chinese woman. “I'm retiring to someplace less crowded and warmer, and selling this business, building lock, stock and dry cleaning barrel.” The older woman smiled warmly to Katherine, as she held out her tickets to Mrs. Chow.

“Mrs. Chow, your only forty, so don't make me have to find a new dry cleaners. You are the very best in this city, this state.” She used her sad puppy eyes on Mrs. Chow, as the older woman handed her the plastic covered garments.