The week flew by as Eve predicted. Work slowed down by the end of it. Nothing unexpected happened again. Her reports finished before her clock out. She and Ambryan hadn't chatted outside of their daily greetings. Darryl made up with this wife.
It was a steady progress.
She hoped this Sunday would be just as smooth.
Eve stepped inside the elevator, wearing a bohemian style summer dress. The straps of her flat sandals tied around her ankles in a criss-cross pattern. Her nape sweated from the summer heat. The red wig clung to her skin and made her itch.
Would it be possible to have it tied up?
Her eyes glanced up, checking the floor numbers. They almost reached her destination. She gulped. This would be the first time she'd set foot where she was headed,
Evangeline's apartment.
The 10th floor had nothing different from the others. The corridor could house two lines of people. Unlike the exterior of the building and the golden lobby, the color palette among the upper floors resembled a modern color palette in shades of blue, gray and white.
Each varnished mahogany door led to a resident space of 600 square feet.
Eve checked the numbers. Gold plates of them had been screwed onto the doors. They shined from the lights, highlighting the embossed writing.
She looked for 10-E.
It was located near the end of the hallway. Keys chimed under her hand. Avery had left it with the receptionist last time, making it easier for her to obtain.
The door opened to a kitchen. It had the sink and the stove in one counter with a fridge, creating a long line. Into the corridor, a humble dining area stood between it and the living room. Across from a navy blue couch, a flatscreen hung on the wall.
Behind it was the masterbedroom. Noises led Eve towards the room. She heard the creaks from hinges and the clamor of clothing hangers. Her eyebrows scrunched.
A bright room peeked through an open door.
"Cale?" Eve asked, pushing the door further. Another door stood parallel to her left. Her eyes widened at the spread of clothes in the room. They covered the entire bed. Racks of them also pressed against two walls.
She'd say a tornado must have blown into the bedroom. Except, they were all organized.
Eve stepped in further and walked over to the closet's entrance. More clothes feasted her sight. The walk-in closet had a row of clothing on each side. They hung on top of drawers. A floor length mirror was perched on top of a circular platform.
'Was teleportation real?' She asked herself. 'Am I back in that dressing room?'
"Uh..." Eve started to say. Her voice came out hoarse because of her dry throat. "Hello?"
A head of platinum blonde hair popped up from a blind spot. The rows of clothes ended just before the platform and the mirror. Shelves took up the adjacent walls. Shoes and bags filled them up.
Aqua blue eyes crinkled at Eve. Next came a blur of magenta suit with flamingo patterns.
"Oh, Eve! You're finally here!" Cale squealed. He ran through the closet and tackled her into a hug. "How are you, dear? I heard the first date was a success!"
"It went better than I thought it would," Eve admitted, hugging him back.
Cale released her and cackled in delight. His elbow nudged her side playfully. "SoOOOoo... What is it like to be Ambryan's girlfriend?"
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