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free. Very carefully, I brush it against his as we walk.
He glances over, and I think he realizes what I’m doing. I’m more obvious than I think. I should be embarrassed.
Nick’s fingers lace with mine, and we walk, hand in hand, to the next store. My heart thrums in my chest like it is dancing.
Today is the best day of my life.
Three stores and three large bags of clothing later, I glance at the clock on the wall. "I should get going. I don’t want to be out too late." That, and if I spend any more time with him, he will continue to throw money my way.
This makes him unhappy. He frowns fiercely, and his hand clutches mine tighter. He glances at his watch. "It is barely night."
"Yes it is," I tell him. "Regan told me it’s not safe to hang out outside of the building after dark, though, so I should head in before it gets too late." Regan knows the apartment and knows more about the world outside than I possibly can, so when she warns me, I listen.
"I will go with you to your door."
"I—you don’t have to."
"I do." And he frowns in my direction. "I will keep you safe."
"Of course." I swallow hard, reluctant to leave. I like being here with him. Like talking to him softly about things. While we’ve shopped, I have told him about Regan and my life. Well, as much as I tell anyone. I tell him I’m from a farm, just like I told Regan. I tell him I’m an orphan. I tell him I’m here to find a job and go to college, which is the truth.
Tomorrow I planned on going to the nearby stores and looking for a job that would support me. I need a job desperately. But…I want to see Nick again. And I clutch his hand a little harder. After today, am I going to see him again? I can’t wash my clothes every day in the hopes he will show up. "Do…do you want to go out for coffee tomorrow?"
His cold demeanor melts a little. “Is this—?" He gropes for a word. "A date?" The word sounds foreign on his tongue, like he’s never been on date, let alone used the word before.
"My treat this time," I tell him. “A thank you for the clothing." Even with my meager savings, I can afford a couple of coffees and some sandwiches. And I want to see him again. "I’m not sure what time because my day is pretty busy…but I’d like to get together."
Nick nods. "We will meet. You text me." We walk out to his bike and arrange my bags to ensure they don’t fly away, anchoring them with straps. Then he is putting the helmet back on me, and we’re ready to go home.
I never want to go home ever again. I want to stay here with him, feel the flutter in my stomach when his fingers brush mine. I want that forever.
We drive home in the twilight, down the streets of the nearby neighborhoods. When he pulls up to the crowded apartment building, he coasts up into the parking garage and then stops in front of the elevator.
He’s silent as we head into our building. I’m silent, too. We go up the elevator to the second floor, and I head immediately toward Regan’s apartment. If he asks me to go into his, I don’t know that I have the sense to tell him no.
Not with the memory of his hand on mine, driving me wild and turning my thoughts toward sexual things. We get to the second floor, and I glance around. "Which door is yours?" How close has he been all this time? I can’t believe I’ve lived here for almost two weeks and haven’t seen him before now.
He’s silent for so long that I worry I’ve offended him…or worse, that he doesn’t want to tell me. "It’s okay," I say in a soft voice and turn away. "It’s not a big deal. I was just curious."
His hand grasps mine before I can retreat. "
Nyet,
Daisy. I…I apologize. I do not live in your building."
"You don’t?" I think back to him downstairs and frown.
"My washing machines were broken. Some
mudak
puts bleach in the dryers, so I come borrow yours."
I laugh, relieved. So he doesn’t live in this building and didn’t want to confess? I feel better. "I’m just down the
He glances over, and I think he realizes what I’m doing. I’m more obvious than I think. I should be embarrassed.
Nick’s fingers lace with mine, and we walk, hand in hand, to the next store. My heart thrums in my chest like it is dancing.
Today is the best day of my life.
Three stores and three large bags of clothing later, I glance at the clock on the wall. "I should get going. I don’t want to be out too late." That, and if I spend any more time with him, he will continue to throw money my way.
This makes him unhappy. He frowns fiercely, and his hand clutches mine tighter. He glances at his watch. "It is barely night."
"Yes it is," I tell him. "Regan told me it’s not safe to hang out outside of the building after dark, though, so I should head in before it gets too late." Regan knows the apartment and knows more about the world outside than I possibly can, so when she warns me, I listen.
"I will go with you to your door."
"I—you don’t have to."
"I do." And he frowns in my direction. "I will keep you safe."
"Of course." I swallow hard, reluctant to leave. I like being here with him. Like talking to him softly about things. While we’ve shopped, I have told him about Regan and my life. Well, as much as I tell anyone. I tell him I’m from a farm, just like I told Regan. I tell him I’m an orphan. I tell him I’m here to find a job and go to college, which is the truth.
Tomorrow I planned on going to the nearby stores and looking for a job that would support me. I need a job desperately. But…I want to see Nick again. And I clutch his hand a little harder. After today, am I going to see him again? I can’t wash my clothes every day in the hopes he will show up. "Do…do you want to go out for coffee tomorrow?"
His cold demeanor melts a little. “Is this—?" He gropes for a word. "A date?" The word sounds foreign on his tongue, like he’s never been on date, let alone used the word before.
"My treat this time," I tell him. “A thank you for the clothing." Even with my meager savings, I can afford a couple of coffees and some sandwiches. And I want to see him again. "I’m not sure what time because my day is pretty busy…but I’d like to get together."
Nick nods. "We will meet. You text me." We walk out to his bike and arrange my bags to ensure they don’t fly away, anchoring them with straps. Then he is putting the helmet back on me, and we’re ready to go home.
I never want to go home ever again. I want to stay here with him, feel the flutter in my stomach when his fingers brush mine. I want that forever.
We drive home in the twilight, down the streets of the nearby neighborhoods. When he pulls up to the crowded apartment building, he coasts up into the parking garage and then stops in front of the elevator.
He’s silent as we head into our building. I’m silent, too. We go up the elevator to the second floor, and I head immediately toward Regan’s apartment. If he asks me to go into his, I don’t know that I have the sense to tell him no.
Not with the memory of his hand on mine, driving me wild and turning my thoughts toward sexual things. We get to the second floor, and I glance around. "Which door is yours?" How close has he been all this time? I can’t believe I’ve lived here for almost two weeks and haven’t seen him before now.
He’s silent for so long that I worry I’ve offended him…or worse, that he doesn’t want to tell me. "It’s okay," I say in a soft voice and turn away. "It’s not a big deal. I was just curious."
His hand grasps mine before I can retreat. "
Nyet,
Daisy. I…I apologize. I do not live in your building."
"You don’t?" I think back to him downstairs and frown.
"My washing machines were broken. Some
mudak
puts bleach in the dryers, so I come borrow yours."
I laugh, relieved. So he doesn’t live in this building and didn’t want to confess? I feel better. "I’m just down the
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