amora penelope salcedo
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i scroll through my phone, in line waiting to order some drinks.
i take a few steps, minutes apart because of the long wait.
"next?" the barista calls, i look up noticing no one in front of me.
i take the chance to walk to the register to order.
"two pink drinks and an ice tea lemonade, grande please," i scramble through my purse looking through each pocket for my card. "oh, and a cake pop." i finalize my order.
i pass my piece of plastic to the barista, hearing the swipe and click of the cash register.
"alright name for the order?" she asks, passing the card back.
"amora, a-m-o-r-a..." i spell out. she shrivels her eye brows at the name i have given.
"keep your face like that, and you'll get wrinkles." i make eye contact with her before stepping aside, waiting for my drinks and cake pop.
moments pass before i hear my name pass through lips incorrectly. "amera?" the male mixer calls sliding my drinks in a drink carrier across the granite.
"close, but it's amora." i correct him before taking the tray in my hands.
i exit the building, holding my drinks close to me as i look around.
i take a left to the cross walk to head to the apartment where i was meeting my collab partner.
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i get to the stairs of the apartment complex, realizing that i would rather take the elevator, turning on my heels to the elevator.
i click the button with my free hand that wasn't holding my phone and tray.
the door opens and i step in, clicking the 5, the ring illuminating.
the door closes slowly, the elevator then ascends up.
soft music plays, nothing of today's interest, just the usual classical music.
the elevator finally reaches the floor, opening the doors to a door.
i knock before entering, to actually be polite for once.
i hear all of the metal shift, the door then opens.
"hey sister!" i hear the familiar high pitched voice say.
i smile, "hey!" exits my mouth before i'm welcomes into the home.
"i hope you don't mind if i film with my brother first?, it will be fast. he's in town for not that long." he asks, leading me to the living room.
"not at all." i set the drinks down on the coffee table, picking up one of the pink drinks, passing it to james.
"thank you," he passes me a five dollar bill, which i gladly take and shove into my back pocket.
"ian, get down here!" he slightly yells upwards to the loft.
i hear feet paddling down the stairs as ian descends. "i figures since you both are the same age you would want to meet." he smiles cheekily. great james wants to hook me up with his brother.
my eyes meet his when he gets to the bottom, then they scan his body. "what's up." his voice much deeper than james.
"ian meet amora, amora meet ian." james gestures us both.
i put out my hand for a shake, his hand coming into contact with mine. his hand was overwhelmingly big compared to mine.
"nice to meet you." he smiles, the same smile as james.
"nice to meet you too." i return the smile, the awkwardness slightly drizzling.
"okay ian, it's your turn to film sister..." james leads him back into a room, i follow.
i hear ian slightly groan, "brother." before following him.
