It was Saturday afternoon, and I was cleaning my kitchen. I could hear my roommate, Larisa, in her bedroom playing some kind of video game and talking to someone on her headset. I kept Larisa's dishes in the sink. She wasn't excellent at cleaning up after herself and I certainly wasn't going to encourage that by doing her dishes for her.
Other than Larisa's dirty dishes, the apartment looks fairly clean. I sigh as I look at my apartment from the kitchen. Light blooms into the room through the bay windows, making the entire room bright and cheerful. The mini Christmas trees on the windowsills and the snow globe on the coffee table glitter in the warm, yellow light.
The warmth of the light made me sleepy.
Should I take a nap?
I pull up my calendar on my phone to see what my homework load looks like. I only had to read a few chapters for my humanities class and complete a writing exercise for my advanced writing class. I had time for an hour long nap.
Yawning, and scrolling through my calendar to see what my week looks like, I pad slowly to my bedroom. I fall onto the bed, pulling the quilt up to my chin and still messing with my phone when it vibrates and I see a text come in from George.
I haven't seen George since we made cookies earlier in the week. With my school and work schedule combined, it makes having a social life rather difficult.
Pulling up his text, I read -
George : My mates are going to play golf tomorrow morning. I was thinking of going - would you like to join?
Tomorrow was Sunday. I was already planning on attending on church tomorrow, since it has been a few weeks since I had gone.
I type out a return message.
Me: Sounds fun, but I'm actually planning on going to church at 10:00 tomorrow morning. Maybe next time.
George only takes a few moments to respond.
George: I didn't know you were religious.
George: Not that you aren't a very nice person or anything.
I laugh to myself, sending a message back to him.
Me: Thanks. I'm not super religious, but I do still enjoy attending church sometimes.
I don't receive a text for several minutes, and have started to doze off by the time George texts me back.
George: I haven't been to church since I arrived in America. Where are you planning on attending church tomorrow?
* * * *
The next morning, I find myself walking into the small chapel of my local church. I didn't recognize most of the faces I saw, but I waved to those that I did know. My eyes skimmed over the pews, trying to see if George was already there, waiting for me.
"Everly!" I hear George call, keeping his voice low enough to remain respectful to the setting.
I turn around and meet George's eyes. George is wearing a light blue button up shirt, and his hair, which was usually messy, has been slicked back, off his forehead. I look at him from top to bottom, hoping it wasn't obvious and found that my heart skipped a beat.
George looked handsome.
Beautifully so.
"You clean up nicely." I offer him a small smile, biting my lip a little from nerves.
"Thanks," George smiles. "So do you."
I glance down at my own outfit.
I wore a long green and red plaid skirt and a white knit sweater, giving the general appearance of a mildly prude Catholic school girl. I knew the general ensemble didn't show off any of my womanly assets (if you know what I mean). Not that I had a very womanly appearance to begin with. I was more of a stick than I was curvy.
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