Amans

13. When Doves Cry

Amans ran his brush over his hair and looked in the mirror. He craned his neck, making sure to view his head from every angle. Applying more oil on his hands, he rubbed it over his hair and proceeded to brush again.

He was thankful that he had been lucky enough to squeeze in a haircut a couple of hours earlier, he would've hated showing up to the ball with his hair untamed. His hair was a dark black luster and softly faded out on the sides. His beard, trimmed along his jawline to perfection and the hair above his lip softly tapered.

Satisfied with his appearance, Amans headed into the bathroom to wash his hands. He grabbed the container of chapstick off his bathroom counter and applied some to his lips as he walked back into his room to check the time.

Looking at his phone, he realized it was almost a quarter to ten, which mean he had just under an hour to get ready before Magdalena arrived.

His stomach growled in protest.

Amans always seemed to find hunger in the most inconvenient times. He had only brushed his teeth a half hour ago and figured there wouldn't be any real food at Magdalena's ball. Quickly he did the math if he were to order a pizza at that exact moment, how soon it would arrive and how much time would he need to eat it and get dressed before Magdalena came. "Let's see if I call Domino's..." he mumbled to himself.

Realizing he was wasting time figuring it out, Amans quickly dialed the number to the pizza parlor nearest to him, "Thank you for Domino's will this be for carryout or delivery?"

"Hi! Yes, that'll be for delivery please."

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Amans scurried around his apartment looking for his keys, "Oh come on not again," he moaned. He had just finished getting dressed and knew Magdalena would be arriving at any moment.

His intercom started to buzz.

"Crap!"

Grateful that he had cleaned his apartment the night before he was able to reach it in time.

Amans pressed the button on his intercom, "Hello?"

"Yeah Amans it's me."

"Wow, I thought maybe it was someone with a warrant for my arrest."

"Haha soooo funny," she replied sarcastically.

"Why are you using the intercom," he asked, "nobody ever uses that thing."

"Yeah well some of us are wearing heels tonight and don't exactly feel like heading up to your apartment door."

"Well I have to walk down my apartment stairs in my heels, so what are you trying to say?" he shot back

"Oh my God Amans," she laughed, "hurry up!"

Amans chuckled, "Alright, I'll be down in five." He let go of the button and slid into the pair of Oxfords he had placed by the front door. Grabbing his suit jacket, he checked the contents of his satchel for his keys, "Yes!" he exclaimed pulling them out. He checked over himself over one last time before heading out of his apartment, making sure he had everything he needed.

He didn't realize how naked he felt without his satchel, but it was a formal event, and Magdalena would flip if she saw him carrying it around.

Amans made the decision to take the elevator to the first floor, lowering the risk of him creasing his shoes. He wasn't sure how they would hold up, seeing that he had only worn them once before to a friend's wedding. As he waited in the slow contraption his building called an elevator, Amans could feel his stomach swirling.