"Hey!" He says showing me a beautiful smile.
"Hey" I replied looking at his handsome face.
"Are you here by yourself?" He asks me showing a breath taking smile.
"Kind of..." I answer back at him, I didn't came alone, but I think I might be leaving...
Once my cab arrives home I get out, thanking him and paying him, I leave and walk towards my floor. Once I'm outside my door I struggle to get my keys out, I swing my backpack and grab it with my right hand since in the left I have my milkshake. Nearly two minutes have passed and I haven't been able to get my keys out. Frustrated I grab with my left hand my backpack and I finally find my keys. But stupid me when I take it out I move my left hand spilling all my milkshake on top of me. "Chingado!" I hiss once I see the mess I created. I walk inside and throw my backpack on top of the counter and what's left of my milkshake in the trash. I grab a wipe and give a quick clean where I spilled the milkshake. I walk inside and lock the door. I go upstairs and strip off my clothes. I take a quick shower and once I'm out I braid my hair. I then search for something to wear and after a while of looking at my closet I get some inspiration.
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I put everything on, except for the shirt, which I can't find. I search everywhere in my closet and room. After not finding I come to the conclusion that maybe the shirt is in the laundry basket which is downstairs. I put some light makeup, and wear my usual jewelry. Once I put my shoes on I go downstairs to search for the shirt. I'm on my way to the laundry room (which is just a closet with a laundry basket and a shelf on top with our laundry products), when I hear my phone ring in the kitchen. I walk there and answer the call without seeing the ID caller.
"Yes?"
"Hey! How did it go? Are you still there with him?" Jen asks in less than 10 seconds.
"No, I'm home already. I had to get ready, Shawn will be here in no time."
"Oh right! I forgot about him, where are you going again?"
"The movies. Where are you?" I asked Jen, while I walk to the laundry room and start searching in the laundry basket.
"About to arrive home. I went to the store to buy some stuff."
"Hurry up! I will really appreciate if I could talk about happened today, before my date with Shawn." I keep searching for the shirt but nothing.
"I'm nearly there, just wait 2 minutes more and I'm there. Wait! Did I heard the word date?"
"No! Well yeah I said that, but I didn't meant it as a date, date. Just as some friends gathering around date." I give up the search and stand up way to quick, so quick I forgot about the shelf on top of the laundry basket. My head bumps with the shelf really hard, and it hurts. Obviously "Auuchhh!!!" I say rubbing my head.
"What the hell happened to you? I just heard a thump and then your whine." Jen says laughing.
"Shut up! I just hit my head!" I keep rubbing my head making a couple of hairs leave my perfect braid.
"Oh really?" Jen says sarcastically. "Anyway what the hell are you doing?"
"I'm just searching for a shirt. It isn't in the laundry basket, my closet, my room! I just can't find it!"
