Apartment 311

Ch | 28

Brooklyn Noelle Brankovich

Chapter Twenty-eight: "Bottle girl at your service"

My alarm went off at eight o'clock at night. I did nothing but sleep all day so I don't know why I woke up so tired. The thought that it was my first day on the job excited me, waking my body right up. I turned off the alarm on my phone and shuffled to the bathroom so I could relieve myself.

I started the water in the shower and got undressed.

After brushing my teeth and selecting a playlist, I stood under the hot water and let it run down my skin.

Once I cleansed myself thoroughly, shaved, and exfoliated, I turned the water off and hopped out to dry my body.

SZA's "Doves in the wind" played through my speakers and I sang along to the ending.

The carpet tickled my feet as I walked through my bedroom to enter the walk-in closet and find something to slip into for work. Only, I had few items that screamed "appealing bottle girl."
Don't tell me I have to go shopping again. Well, I don't mind actually. Then I remembered Mina, the Latina house mother at The Playroom who offered a bunch of pieces for the girls to wear. I was sure they were strictly for the dancers, but I decided to press my luck anyway.

I applied lotion and perfume, then did my makeup - a natural soft beat with fox eye makeup. Venus explained that they were hard on the girls appearances at the club. It is the number one night club in the whole city, after all. And it made sense because all of the staff looked so beautiful it's unreal. Actually, I was flattered to be hired. I've honestly never struggled with my self-esteem because as a dancer I almost had to give off beauty and grace.
With a plastic surgeon father, people assumed I'd have work done, but my mother would kill me if I ever even dreamed about it.

I obsessed over how I looked in the little black dress as I stared in the full length, full standing wooden mirror before my window.

I didn't know if it was too much or not enough and I started to panic. So I got a second opinion.

"Hey, girl." He made me laugh.

Because he called me girl, I said, "Hey, boy."

He chuckled. "What's up?"

"Are you home?" I whined.

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

"Look," I said to him and flipped the camera so he could see my full body, "what do you think?"

He did a double take then continued walking through his dimly-lit apartment. Before he spoke, Noah wet his lips and then set his phone down so he could get dressed.

"What's the special occasion?" he asked me.

"Hot date. Now, can you tell me if I look good, or not?"

He chuckled and I heard some rattling in the background like he was flipping through clothes hangers in his closet.

"I can't tell, to be honest."

I stomped my foot. "Well can you come over and help, I could actually use a man's opinion on this. And I would've just asked Cass but she's not home."