Green and beige (or various shades of brown that are very under-appreciated, you know, the ones that are left behind by spilled coffee) were the colors I associated with her. The fact that she had installed a mini greenhouse on the balcony of her apartment astonished me. I never did ask how she did it, but she did.
Her apartment was on the 6 floor and her bedroom window went out to the fire-escape which had more hanging plants. A wooden fold-up chair rests up against the wall for when she'd drink her morning coffee out there. Even if it was cold, I'd look down from the tenth floor and see her out there, delicate hands pressed around a maroon mug. A big black shirt draped around her form.
I didn't officially talk to her until a letter addressed to her apartment was accidentally put in my box down in the lobby. It was addressed to somebody named "Lullah." The name felt nice rolling off the tongue. I said it a little under my breath. "Lullah."
"Yes?"
I turned and saw the girl who'd sit out on her balcony, caramel colored hair and all. She wore a black cardigan and a dress that hugged her form delightfully.
She eyed me down with her dark hazel eyes and waited with a kind smile. I mirrored her like and looked over the letter once more, then I handed Lullah her letter.
"Thank you, will I see you around?" she asked.
"Most likely, " I muttered. She waved and instead of heading to the elevator, her heeled boots clicked over to the stairs that nobody took since there was an elevator. I smirked. Nobody ever took the stairs, and I'd lived there for the past three years.
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Building 01005
General FictionThe man who lives on the top floor bumped into the girl who lives on the 6th. He becomes infatuated and wants her in his art. As days go on after random meeting and random sleepovers, he learns that this human being is more than just a girl who want...
