𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞

1-06

August 21, 2019

EVA

"Where you going?" Bashar asked through the phone as he watched me throw on a sweater. "My package downstairs," I told him as I picked up my keys and phone.

"Oh. What you got?" He asked. "Clothes." I stepped into the elevator. "These people really should bring stuff to my door cause why I gotta go all the way down there for?" I muttered making Bashar laugh.

"Lazy as fuck," he responded. I sucked my teeth while walking to the mail area and saw a big bag on the table.

Picking it up was a hassle but I managed to get it to the elevator. "Where's Areum?" Bashar asked. "Work. She be gone all day for 5 days a week."

Stepping out of the elevator, I placed the phone on top of the bag so I could find my keys and open the door.

"I did ittt," I said a little proudly as I walked into the apartment.

"Your accent be showing at random times," Bashar mentioned. I smiled, "I know. Some words come out more accented than others. I think I have the American accent down though."

"You do. I hear your accent when you say can't," he said. "For the life of me, I cannot say cant without an accent," I explained. He notices certain things more than I gave him credit for.

"I'm going to open these bags, you're going to watch me try these clothes on and you won't complain," I told him as I cut open the bag.

"See why you had to say it like that for? I ain't doing that," he complained. I hummed knowing he would.

30 minutes later, I was in my bathroom trying my third dress when Bashar yelled, "YOU TAKING TOO LONG IN THERE."

I sucked my teeth and got back to trying to tie the dress. It was a sky blue silk dress that shimmered when I moved and had a slit at the side.

"I can't tie it," I said, walking out, holding the back. "That's beautiful baby." I was surprised but smiled nonetheless.

"Thank you. I wish I could tie it," I told him, turning a little to reveal my open back. He hummed, "It fits your shape." I nodded, looking at my mirror.

"I'd wear it to a soirée type event. It's such a classy dress," I said, seeing the outfit in my head.

"I ain't never been to a soirée baby," he informed me. I laughed, "It's just a fancy event that happens in the evening. They're fun, though, if you go with the right person."

"I'll take you one day," I suggested. Bashar frowned, "If I gotta wear a suit, I'm not going." I had the strong urge to mush him but, then I remembered we were talking through a phone.

"Get used to wearing a suit. Or at least some slacks and button-down. I'll take you to all the fancy and posh events."

"Don't you go to church every Sunday?" I asked him suddenly as I searched my closet for some shoes to wear with the dress.

"I go with Jazmin and Ma. I wear jeans on most days unless it's a special service."

"I- noooo. You supposed to wear slacks and a button-down," I whined. "The lord don't judge," he answered. "No. Imma dress you this Sunday. You can't be trusted to do it yourself."

"We'll see about that Eva," he responded.

"It's fall baby. Fuck you need those bathing suits for?" He cocked his head as he stared at my orange two-piece. "Actually it's almost fall. Don't rush summer. It can take as long as it wants," I started but, he just stared at me.