The Lucky Ones.

Chapter Two

I am from Pennsylvania but suddenly decided to reside in New York in a one bedroom apartment with my female cats Daphne and Velma. I’ve stayed there for a few months. I’m only 18 and a little bit so I currently have a job at a café where I waitress some-most days (Sunday at 2pm until 8pm, Monday 9am until 3pm, Tuesday like Sunday and Wednesday like Monday. I get Thursday, Friday and Saturday off so it’s quite good.), for a couple of tiring hours, although it can get very busy which means I get paid more than minimum wage. That makes it all worth it- being able to buy the odd thing after paying off every bill there is. 

I want to be an author someday and I have connections to publishers and stuff, so hopefully someone will someday take interest in my work. I go to writing classes every Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday after work for an hour or two. We just sit and brainstorm, eat sandwiches, read our work to each other and listen to an author tell us the key to writing. He gives us the odd assignment. Who knew an author of a famous series would take his time to sit in a class of 7, talking about his life a few times a week… for free.

I arrived back at my apartment and said hello to my pets before dashing over to my closet with 5 hours to go until dinner with Harry.

I have quite a lot of clothing in the fairly big closet I got recently because for my 18th birthday I decided to move to NYC, and all I got was money because everyone knew all I used to do for clothes was beg, borrow and steal from my two 19 and 21 year old sisters because I was quite lazy back then.

I took a long, long shower consisting of shaved everything below the waist, underarms and freshly washed, nice smelling hair. My shower ended at 4:34 and I was ready to get readier.

Taking a shot in the dark, I decided to just wear a black dress above my knees. The dress was not too low cut and it had sleeves, it showed a little bit of my back no matter how much I tugged it up. I laid out a pair of silver bowed pumps next to my front door, I didn’t want to wear heels as I liked the feeling of being just a tad shorter than Harry.

I fastened a silver necklace with a bow my mom got me a couple months ago, around my neck over my dress, making sure to not let it slip under. 

I sat on my sofa drinking tea, counting down every ten minutes, taking 20 minutes before I called Harry at six PM on the dot.

“Alice.” Harry picked up on the second ring. “You had me worried!” I smiled at the sound of his slow, calm voice.

“If I see worry lines I’m not accompanying you to this eatery.” I warned, then I slipped my address and before I knew it the time was six forty-five on the dot.

I fed my cats, looked in the mirror, put my hair up in a loose, elegant up-do, brushed my teeth, applied a little makeup, sprayed myself with Chloe perfume and rushed to get my shoes on. I wore clear tights too even though I shaved my legs excessively. 

I got rather nervous- anxiously counting down minutes to seconds again at the kitchen counter. Harry’s voice is calm but certainly not calming. I got a sort of butterfly feel---

19:00PM my digital clock buzzed. I switched it off.

Soon a series of knocks were sounded at my door and I took a breath. A deep one. I grabbed my bag quietly and walked to the door, looking through the little hole to see if Harry had a coat on. He did, so I got my leather shrug jacket and slung it over my arm, opening the door ever so slightly before sucking it up and walking out.

“Alice.” Harry started, smiling. He looked me up and down and smiled wider while I took in his choice of clothing. A button-down shirt was accompanied with a tight-fitting blazer with the sleeves rolled up revealing arms I tried not to drool over, and skinny jeans were covering his long, strong legs. Harry wore some sort of important looking type of shoe and I appreciated the way he looked.