Tied To Me

3 - The $200

Saturday, 14th January 2017

"You got fired for that?!" Ezra yells all over our apartment, clearly mad at our, well, his boss. I am sure even the closest neighbors heard him.

"I told you exactly what happened." I say, quieter than he did while popping a spoonful of cereal into my mouth. This is our late lunch, since we both woke up late and don't have the will to cook.

"He's just not being fair," He plops down next to me behind the round table with a sigh. "I am going to talk to him today."

"What?!" I freak out. "No, don't piss him off!"

"You are getting your job back." He states, sure of himself. "I know you don't like it much, but you know the pay is more than amazing and we have bills to pay." I hate to admit it, but my best friend is right. I have to suck it up and take the job. That is if Ezra is going to succeed in convincing the boss to let me have it back.

"Thank you." I sigh and finish off my cereal. Ezra starts to eat as well. "You know the guy I mentioned earlier, the pierced and tattooed one, who was there when I got fired?" Ezra nods. "Well, on my way home, I stopped at a bar to wait for the rain to pass," I stand up from the table and take the empty cereal bowl to the sink. "He was there and gave me my lost earring back."

"What?" Ezra asks, clearly confused. "Did he follow you?"

"He said he was already there when I came. But that's not the point," I wave it off. "He offered to drive me home –"

"You said no, right?" He cuts me off.

"Of course, I am not stupid." I lean against the counter behind me.

"We could argue about that." I hear Ezra mumble under his breath, but I just playfully roll my eyes at his comment. "But was he even cute?"

"I don't know!" I exclaim and wave my hands in the air around myself. "I was too busy freezing my ass off to care about his appearance."

"Honey," Ezra comes to put his bowl into the sink. "You always look at the guy's appearance first." I roll my eyes at my best friend.

"Not when he is being creepy and offering you rides home!"

"You still didn't answer my question." He sits on the counter opposite me.

I think for a second, trying to remember what he looked like. But all I clearly remember is his dark hair, piercings, tattoos and his playful smirk. "He was alright?" It came out more as a question, than a statement. "But who cares, right? It's not like I will ever see him again."

"You might." He shrugs his shoulders.

"It's New York, Ezra."

"It could happen." With another eye roll and a grunt, I walk towards my bedroom.

"I have to go grocery shopping." I say and slam the door of my bedroom closed.

I take off my PJs and put on a clean bra, a light beige knitted sweater and black skinny jeans. I slip my feet into my beloved black ankle high heeled boots at the end. I quickly put on some light coat of foundation and mascara before grabbing my purse.

"Do you need anything from the store?" I ask Ezra from the front door as I put on my, now, dry coat.