Louder Than Words ✨ Guns N' Roses

04.

"Oh God, girl," Angela whispered breathily over the wall of her cuticle, which was thankfully right beside mine. "That guy sounds hotter than a fucking A-bomb."

"He was," I sighed into my hand and rested my cheek against my palm. "I just don't know."

"When are you gonna see his fine ass again?"

"Pssh," I blew her off. "Probably never, what do you mean? He was just being nice, I swear. I mean I don't even have a phone number to give him."

She shook her head. "Come on chica, you know better than that! The man whipped out that golden American Express for you, they don't do that for just anyone. He could've easily left you high-and-dry, you must've turned him on with that prophilactic speech."

I laughed, blushing a little. "It would be impossible for me to have turned anyone on last night, with the crap I was wearing."

She raised a sleek black eyebrow at me. "Come on, girl. Don't play stupid."

"What?"

"You're gorgeous. Or you could be, if you stopped dressing like a hermit from the 60's."

I glared at her playfully. "Maybe I don't want any attention a hermit from the 60's wouldn't have gotten, that's all."

"You got a place to take him back to, in case things get hot?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Things aren't getting 'hot', and yeah. I... mean, I'm kinda living in a motel at the moment since every other affordable place to live in the city seems to be taken, but it's fine."

She paled a little. "Which motel?"

I forced a grin. "The... Sunset Star Motel?"

"Disgusting! Oh god no, I can't let you keep living in that dump, you know they got a bed bug problem in some of the rooms, right? That's where the five-dollar whores around here go to conduct their business!"

"Five-dollar-whats?"

She rolled her eyes. "Listen, I'm staying in my old Grandmother's house just outside downtown, alright? It's kinda dusty and smells like mothballs, but it's big and most of the rooms are unused given that most her kids are dead. The upstairs suite is yours if you want it."

I swallowed hard. "Wait, really?"

"Sure. You seem like a nice kid, having a rough time. Just make sure you bunnies keep it quiet up there."

I pushed her shoulder playfully, cheeks reddening. "You're crazy, I'll never see him again."

"Intern!" I heard a shriek from down the hall. "You'd better leave now if you wanna get my lunch on time! There's a huge traffic jam on Fifth and Maple!" Laurel.

It was literally 9 in the morning.

"I'll go soon," I replied as quietly as I could.

There was quiet for a moment, before Angela popped back over the wall of her cuticle.

"Hey..."

"What?"

"You said your guy had really long curly hair, right? Covering most of his eyes?"

"Yeah," I chuckled. "Almost like he was kinda shy or something."

"Real heavy lookin' Doc Martens, Marlboros?"

"Yep."

"Rocker t-shirt, leather jacket?"

"Possibly, but he wasn't wearing one then. Why do you ask?"