Quinn's feet ached. Her favorite heels are starting to become her most hated pair of shoes as she climbed the steps up to her apartment. Spotting a little boy with thick curly brown hair, Quinn zipped up her jacket to hide her outfit underneath that consisted of a short black skirt and a cropped black tee. The boy's face brightened at the sight of Quinn.
"Quinn! I was wondering when you would come back and you're back!" He cheered.
"Oh were you? You sure you didn't just want some more snacks?" Quinn teased making the boy blink up at her innocently.
"I don't know what you're talking about... do you have some?" Quinn chuckled at the lame attempt and handed her grocery bag over to the boy.
"The granola bars are for your mom, I'll know if you ate them and didn't give them to her."
As if on cue, a frazzled young woman opened up the door next to Quinn. "Marco!" Her shoulders slumped in relief before a steely glare set in her eyes. "What did I say about leaving without telling me? I nearly called the police."
"I was waiting for Quinn." He held up the grocery bag as if it were a shield between him and his mom's wrath. "She bought you your favorite granola bars."
A soft smile graced the woman's features before she squeezed Quinn's hand. "Oh mija, you didn't have to."
"It's no problem. I just got back from a client meeting. I'm going grocery shopping later on today, do you have a list of anything you might need?"
The woman perked up and rushed inside before coming back with a small piece of paper and some change. "Just this at the moment."
Quinn scanned over the list and nodded, "Sounds good." Pressing the change back into the woman's hand, Quinn smiled at her confused look. "Rosa, I told you not to worry about money. Save it for something else."
Marco marched past his mom, thanking Quinn on the way past, and called over his shoulder about a backpack he wanted that made his mom roll her eyes. "His head is getting too big, he thinks you're a celebrity the way you spend money on us."
Quinn let out a short laugh, "If only."
"How's work going?" Rosa's voice softened at the question, wondering of the well being of the young woman in front of her.
"Good. Business is still blooming. I think I actually made a friend on the night I was with another client." Quinn admitted shyly, her thoughts picturing a mop of messy brown hair and a contagious smile that seemed to never go away.
Rosa perked up, "That's good." She cheered quietly. "It's good to have friends around. They are a good influence, I assume?"
Quinn nodded and tucked her hair behind her ears at the motherly tone of Rosa. "He is. He actually makes YouTube videos, maybe Marco has heard of him."
"I wouldn't doubt it, Marco is glued to that tablet of his." Rosa rolled her eyes humorously. "Well, I won't hold you up. Go home and get some rest."
"I will, thank you." Sharing a hug with Rosa, Quinn stepped away and made her way to her apartment a few doors down. Immediately stepping in, Quinn shut the door behind her and leaned down to unstrap her tired feet from her now most hated heels. Tossing them aside, she sighed as her feet touched the cool wooden floor. "Finally."
The room was quiet expect for the rustling of clothes that Quinn stripped out of on her way to the bath that is much needed. The room was filled of different pink hues of pillows or rugs that blended perfectly with the other bright colors of blue and purple. It was almost like a happy greeting from her home to her at the colorful sight.
Settling into the bathtub, Quinn ran her hand over the bubbles, pushing more towards her to play with. The silence was defying today unlike its usual comfort; it made Quinn switch on her small tv for background noise. A ding sounded from her phone that drew her attention.
DAVID:
Hey
Drying her hands with a smile, Quinn took her phone and opened up her messages, letting her thumbs hover over the keyboard.
QUINN:
Hey
Biting her lip, she stared down at her message before adding more.
QUINN:
What are you up to?
DAVID:
I'm actually on a flight to Vegas
What about you?
A laugh left her as she glanced down at the bubbly water.
QUINN:
Getting ready for some shopping later today
What are you doing in Vegas?
DAVID:
Long story short we made a bet and I won so me and a couple of friends are going to Vegas
QUINN:
You do this kinda thing often?
DAVID:
If I say yes, do I sound like a rich douche?
QUINN:
I've meet some rich douches, you're far from it
DAVID:
There's a story I want to hear
QUINN:
Maybe later David
DAVID:
Aww
Setting her phone aside, Quinn unplugged her tub and let the water drain away while she dried herself off.
DAVID:
So when are we gonna hang out again?
QUINN:
That depends on you, I know you're a busy guy
DAVID:
Keeping tabs on me?
She scoffed with a light blush dusting her cheeks knowing it's true. Quinn has definitely peeked at his Instagram and twitter, amazed at all David is doing and how popular he is among the media.
Dressed down, Quinn fell back onto her bed with a sigh in exhaustion.
QUINN:
You wish
DAVID:
Someone's embarrassed lol
QUINN:
I'm going to sleep
DAVID:
Wait I didn't mean it
QUINN:
I know lol I'm just genuinely tired
DAVID:
Oh okay well get some rest, I'll talk to you later
QUINN:
Have fun in Vegas
With a tired grin, Quinn snuggled underneath her blankets, letting sleep take her under.
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Not much to say but my job has so much drama going on lol so it makes for some gossip while I'm working
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Enchanted, Enchanting | David Dobrik
FanfictionShe's a thieving gold-digger. He's a famous YouTube personality. That doesn't sound like it would end well.
