Blake

•Chapter 1•

Here I am standing in front of my new small apartment.I put the keys inside the keyhole and open the door.
On my left I saw a small kitchen with a desk and two chairs next to each other.
The kitchen was small but enough for me.
On my right I saw the living room with two couches, a TV and big window with curtains. Behind the couches was another door to my bedroom with a small bed on the left side, desk in front of it and my closet. And next to my bed was a door with guided to my small but cozy bathroom.
My mom helped me with my apartment and send me a whole new clothes before she decided to get back to my grandma. And my dad left us as I was born.

I placed my bags on the table in my kitchen and put all the ingredients in the fridge.
I decided that I will explore the city a bit and search after a job.
My mom gave me enough money for me, but I want to work and still gain it by myself.
I went inside my bedroom and stripped to my underwear and searched for a perfect dress since it is really hot here in New York.
My eyes found a perfect navy floral tie front ruched dress which my mom bought for me.
The dress hugged my body perfect.
Everyone says I have a perfect body with a small waist, average size of breast and a big butt.

I went inside the bathroom and looked at the mirror.
My long wavy blond hair tangles down my back and my bright blue eyes shine every time I look at the sun.
I got my looks from my mom. My freckles which were spread over my face and my small button nose.

I finished the look with a white bracelet and my necklace I got from my best friend.
I took my phone, wallet and keys and made my way outside.

After some time of searching for a job I got hungry and made my way inside a local restaurant with at least thirty bikes outside.

"Vipers"

Strange name for a restaurant.
I went inside and saw a bunch of big, buff tattooed mens sitting and eating.
They were all dressed with leather jackets.
I would love to go to another place but I am too hungry.
I made my way to the front desk and placed myself on the stool.
One thing I hated about me is social life.
My mom always told me to go and meet new people, but me being the shy person always find it very difficult.
I fiddled with my fingers in my lap until I heard a throat cleared.
I looked up and saw a big, buff men dressed in a white fitted shirt with showed off his muscles and tattoos and some ripped jeans.
He had brown short hair and dark blue eyes.
He was looking at me so intensely as if he never saw a girl before.