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Authors: Emma Thorne
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myself, live a little.”
“Am I supposed to take my own advice?” I laughed.
“You’re the best friend I’ve got this side of the mountains, and I just want you to be happy,” Shea reached across the table and grasped my hand. “You have seen some really sad stuff in your life, you see sad stuff every day. Give yourself some joy. Go, be with this guy again at least so I can live vicariously through you, do it for me, all right? Take one for the team.” Shea gave my hand a squeeze before taking the rest of her wine and pouring it into my glass. “You know helping you with your problems is going to interfere with my workout here.”
“You should go for your run,” I said, standing. I eyeballed the clock 6:00 p.m. I really owed Marco a response.
“Seriously I better run off some of my energy because God knows I don’t have anyone to fall into bed with like someone I know.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me and winked before heading out the door.
I took a deep breath and stretched as I walked towards my window. This was my life, apartment 304 in The Holiday Apartment building. Outside my window I had a luxury view of the alley and the neighbors run down backyard. It wasn’t a $1 million high rise, but it was my home, my space.
I wondered what Marco would think of it.
My body tensed at the idea of allowing him inside my space, my home, my bed. Would he judge me? Would he think it odd that I’d never upgraded after med school? I could afford something fancier but I liked The Holiday. I liked its brick exterior with crawling ivy, I liked the forest green trim and cream colored walls, and I liked the way the hardwood floors shone in the late afternoon. The Holiday had been a dance studio years before, then a boarding house for women only. Rumor had it the place was a brothel once upon a time as well, but I often thought that was just a rumor started by the owner to make the place seem more exotic.
It had seemed impulsive at the time, but I’d lived in this beautiful tidy apartment for almost five years and I had yet to regret a moment here. I also made it a habit to not bring men home with me. Dr. Mike had spent the night with me exactly three times, and every time had felt awkward to me. I always felt he didn’t belong with me in this room, inside these four walls.
I stood in the center of my sparely decorated apartment eyeballing my phone. It was 6:15 p.m., I really needed to cancel if I wasn’t going to be rude.
My fingers danced across my phone, it would just take a phrase, a simple dismissal. Thanks for the flowers and the fun time, don’t contact me again. O.
Or I could postpone the inevitable with something like. Need time to think. Thanks for the flowers. O.
The light outside changed quickly the sun disappearing so early in the wintertime, the night sky looked dark, and stars glittered overhead. I was instantly reminded of standing in Marco’s condo, our foreheads pressed against the glass. I had felt as though I could extend my fingertips into the sky and touch the stars, to feel their sparkling edges.
My phone beeped.
Pick you up at 6:45? Marco.
I stared at the screen. That was thirty minutes away. If I was going to cancel, the time was now. My fingers poised, I thought about Shea’s advice. I could get to know Marco, ask him about Veronica, tell him there could be no secrets between us.
That sounded a lot like a woman looking for a relationship, I thought to myself.
No, it’s dinner. Dinner did not mean sex. I was capable of going to dinner with Marco Amador and keeping my clothes on, wasn’t I?
It was time to find out.
I’ll be ready. O
I hit send. There was no turning back.
The buzzer rang at exactly 6:45 p.m.
“Be right down.” I said, my heart pounding. Marco and I were going to have a platonic evening together. At least this was the story I told myself as I gave my outfit a final look in the full-length mirror.
Black skirt and fitted black button down shirt, brown
“Am I supposed to take my own advice?” I laughed.
“You’re the best friend I’ve got this side of the mountains, and I just want you to be happy,” Shea reached across the table and grasped my hand. “You have seen some really sad stuff in your life, you see sad stuff every day. Give yourself some joy. Go, be with this guy again at least so I can live vicariously through you, do it for me, all right? Take one for the team.” Shea gave my hand a squeeze before taking the rest of her wine and pouring it into my glass. “You know helping you with your problems is going to interfere with my workout here.”
“You should go for your run,” I said, standing. I eyeballed the clock 6:00 p.m. I really owed Marco a response.
“Seriously I better run off some of my energy because God knows I don’t have anyone to fall into bed with like someone I know.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me and winked before heading out the door.
I took a deep breath and stretched as I walked towards my window. This was my life, apartment 304 in The Holiday Apartment building. Outside my window I had a luxury view of the alley and the neighbors run down backyard. It wasn’t a $1 million high rise, but it was my home, my space.
I wondered what Marco would think of it.
My body tensed at the idea of allowing him inside my space, my home, my bed. Would he judge me? Would he think it odd that I’d never upgraded after med school? I could afford something fancier but I liked The Holiday. I liked its brick exterior with crawling ivy, I liked the forest green trim and cream colored walls, and I liked the way the hardwood floors shone in the late afternoon. The Holiday had been a dance studio years before, then a boarding house for women only. Rumor had it the place was a brothel once upon a time as well, but I often thought that was just a rumor started by the owner to make the place seem more exotic.
It had seemed impulsive at the time, but I’d lived in this beautiful tidy apartment for almost five years and I had yet to regret a moment here. I also made it a habit to not bring men home with me. Dr. Mike had spent the night with me exactly three times, and every time had felt awkward to me. I always felt he didn’t belong with me in this room, inside these four walls.
I stood in the center of my sparely decorated apartment eyeballing my phone. It was 6:15 p.m., I really needed to cancel if I wasn’t going to be rude.
My fingers danced across my phone, it would just take a phrase, a simple dismissal. Thanks for the flowers and the fun time, don’t contact me again. O.
Or I could postpone the inevitable with something like. Need time to think. Thanks for the flowers. O.
The light outside changed quickly the sun disappearing so early in the wintertime, the night sky looked dark, and stars glittered overhead. I was instantly reminded of standing in Marco’s condo, our foreheads pressed against the glass. I had felt as though I could extend my fingertips into the sky and touch the stars, to feel their sparkling edges.
My phone beeped.
Pick you up at 6:45? Marco.
I stared at the screen. That was thirty minutes away. If I was going to cancel, the time was now. My fingers poised, I thought about Shea’s advice. I could get to know Marco, ask him about Veronica, tell him there could be no secrets between us.
That sounded a lot like a woman looking for a relationship, I thought to myself.
No, it’s dinner. Dinner did not mean sex. I was capable of going to dinner with Marco Amador and keeping my clothes on, wasn’t I?
It was time to find out.
I’ll be ready. O
I hit send. There was no turning back.
The buzzer rang at exactly 6:45 p.m.
“Be right down.” I said, my heart pounding. Marco and I were going to have a platonic evening together. At least this was the story I told myself as I gave my outfit a final look in the full-length mirror.
Black skirt and fitted black button down shirt, brown
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