Don't

6

    You were rudely awaken by a fight breaking out in your neighboring apartment. You groaned as you forced your eyes open to look at the clock on your night stand. It was only seven, only seven. Shit, you had call the diner, or you could just no show. That would awkward when you walked in for your final check though.
You reached out snagging the phone off the charger, you got a hold of Rachel and told her you wouldn't be back in. You found a job some where and the schedules collided. You also called a local doctor to see when the soonest appointment to get you in was.
You finally pulled yourself from your bed, and trudged your way to the shower. Thoughts of past night crept back into your head. Did you really kiss him, kiss Chris Evans. You blushed in the shower, still not believing it was true.
   Your phone rang as you stepped out of the shower, you almost slipped trying to get to it.
   "Hello?" You say, snagging the towel off the hook, wrapping your body.
    "Morning." Chris purred on the other end, sending a wave of shivers through you.
    "Morning Chris." Your replied walking into your room looking for something to wear.
    "Early riser?" He asked.
    "Not usually but my neighbors fighting woke me up and I couldn't go back to sleep." You tell him, pulling an over sized hoodie and torn up jeans from your closet, not that you had much to choose from.
"So, I've got someone coming to meet you at nine to look for a new apartment." He informed you, deep down you were hoping to see him again today.
"Okay." You sighed, as you dried yourself off.
   "What's the matter?" He asked softly, you fidgeted for moment debating whether to tell him that you wanted to see him again.
    "Nothing." You replied, faking like you were okay, pulling your clothes on. You had never needed anyone in your life before, and you had to keep it that way.
    "Alright. Don't forget, someone will be at your apartment at nine sharp." He reminded you before he hung up. You inhaled deeply, this was the new start to your new life.
   The next couple of hours you busied yourself trying to keep your mind from wandering. A knock on the door startled you as you were scrubbing your kitchen floor.
    "Hold on!" You yelled, pulling the thick plastic gloves off tossing them in the sink. You looked at the clock on the wall it was 9 on the dot. You snagged your purse off the counter and slipped on your shoes.
    "Good morning, you must be y/n." The drop dead gorgeous blonde on the other side of the door greeted you, her business attire was on point. Crisp black skirt, her heels perfectly shined, her white blouse was a brilliant white. Jesus, she looked more like an attorney then someone to help you find an apartment. "I'm Alexa, Mr. Evans sent me to help you find a new place."
    If the state of the apartment building bothered her she didn't let it show. She flashed you a warm smile, stepping to the side to let you out into the hall.
   "Hi, I am." You replied meekly, the two of you walking in tandem down the hall.
   "I have a couple places in mind, unless there is an area you have your mind set on." She beemed as she walked with confidence. Everything about her was confidant, she was what you had always strides to be. She came off powerful, sexy, and it made you feel small next to her.
   "Hey sugar." Someone catcalled as you entered the stairwell. Alexa ignored the call and continued down the stairs, you matched her stride. Foot steps following you and her. "Hey sweetheart, I'm talking to you!"
    "He won't stop till you respond." You whispered as you hit the ground floor. Alexa stopped mid step and pivoted turning to face the man yelling. He was the size of bull and his greasy hair hung limp from head. His shirt was two sizes too small and not in a good way, it stretched tight against his beer gut, a little bit of skin peeking out the bottom.
    "Sugar legs, what ya doing with this little girl. You could have a real man." He sneered taking slow strides towards you both, you stood next to her, suddenly wanting to run. Alexa stood her ground, a fire in eye as she stared the man down.
    "Sugar legs?" She scoffed, folding her arm over her chest. "Let's get one thing correct right here. I'm not sugar, sweetheart, or sugar legs. Another is if and when I want a real man I know where to find one, not down here in this rat infested hell hole. The last thing is don't ever talk to me again, or any woman that way again or else I'm going to make it hurt."
     She turned on her heel snagging your elbow, walking away leaving the man dumbfounded by her boldness. You hadn't ever seen anyone talk to him that way, even the men shied away from him. You stared at her as you stepped out into the street, she glanced at you.
     "What?" She asked, as she turned leading you to her car, her very expensive car.
     "I've... I just... Wow." You stuttered getting in after she unlocked it.
     "Sorry, I've dealt with enough male pigs in my life to last me a life time." She chuckles lightly. "I've learned the more they talk the easier it is to wound their pride. All talk, no game."
     "You're..." you just couldn't quite describe what it was you were thinking as she pulled out into traffic speeding away from the area. "Sorry, about my apartment building, and all of that."
     "No worries girl," she smiled at you for a brief moment before looking back at the road. "Trust me, I've lived in places that would make that place look like a penthouse and dealt with worse people then him."
    "All right then." You smiled, feeling better about yourself.
    "So is there any area in preticular you were thinking of? I know Mr. Evans had some places in mind he wanted me to show you." She rattled off as she drove.
    "I haven't really given it much thought to be honest." You shrugged.
    "Tell me, I have one question and I'll be able to narrow down your choices from 30 different places to about four. Cold snowy days, book and hot cocoa or a movie and coffee?" She asked as she entered the freeway.
    "I have to pick one or the other?" You asked confused.
    "Yes, and you have to tell me right now." She asked as weaved around a slow driver.
    "Book and cocoa." She flipped on her blinker at your response and exited off the freeway, her eyes glued to the road.
    "Can I ask why that question? I mean both are appealing."
    "Book and cocoa, laid back, enjoys simplicity and calming soundings. Mostly likely to care about details and older buildings. Movies and coffee. More geared to a rushed life style, like newer remodels and structured. Cocoa, I'm going to show you more historical style apartments, coffee, newer buildings. Books, simple, you enjoy the slow pace of life. Movies, you like keeping things fast pace." She grinned, sparing a look at you, as you turned down a section of road with older buildings. "What do you think?"
    "I think you definitely know what you are doing." You smiled as you took in the houses that were easily over a hundred years old.