Tinder - D.JH.

twenty-six

     I wake up from our nap before Dan does. I sleepily peel my body away from his, stretching as I stand up. Looking around the room, I find a notebook and a pen. I open the notebook to write a note to Dan before I left, not wanting to wake him up. When I open it, though, I find something already written there.

    Furrowing my brows, I read it, 'i love her,' was written over and over again, across the whole page in different sizes and fonts. I turn the page, deciding not to read anything else until I find a blank one, quickly, I write, 'come to my flat at six, i'll be ready. love, maya.'

     Ripping the piece out, I put it on the bed, right next to his outfit, and make my way to the front door, closing it behind me. I see Phil in the hall, obviously just getting back from his visit as he's carrying a backpack. He retrieves the mail, and when he turns around, I see that his fringe is now pushed up off his forehead, and his thick black framed glasses sit low on his nose.

     "Hey, Philly Cheese Steak." I say, giving him fingerguns.

     "That's a new one. Hi, Maya." he says, wrapping one of his arms around my shoulders to give me a half-hug.

     "Dan home?" he asks.

     "Yeah, but he's asleep. We have plans tonight at six." I say.

     "I, being the responsible one of the duo, will have him up by 4:30." he assures.

     "Thanks, Phil." I smile.

     "No problem, Maya." he says, ruffling my hair. I scrunch my nose as he laughs.

     When we part ways, I go to the lift and he walks into his flat. I see him close the door softly as the lift doors shut.

     I get on the underground that will take me back home. After that, I walk the short block to my flat building, trudge to the lift, then to my door. Unlocking it, I check the time. It's only about 3:30, so as soon as I get in my room, I take another half an hour long nap, which turns into an hour once I hit snooze on my alarm clock enough times.

     I wake up at 4:37, deciding to get up for real this time. I go to the bathroom and take a long shower, shaving my legs and armpits. Once I'm out, I dry myself off and moisturise my body. Grabbing my sleep shirt off the back of the bathroom door, I slip it over my head. After putting product in my hair to make my curls more tame, I use a diffuser to dry it. I put on deodorant, perfume, and brush my teeth before curling my hair in some places that were a bit wonky.

     I go to my bedroom and decide to slip on a pair of black lace panties that matched my outfit. Sitting down at my vanity, I start on my makeup. Doing a little more for the occasion, I end up with a smoky eye and a dark red, glossy lip.

     After putting on the outfit Dan picked out for me, I decide to add a matching black belt, some silver rings, and matching dangly earrings.

     I slip on my shoes, thanking god my tonails were already painted white.

Looking at the time on my phone, I see that it's already 5:56, so I quickly pack everything I need into my fanciest bag, which is a small Louis Vuitton handbag I'd gotten from my gran for my eighteenth birthday.

     Slinging it over my shoulder, I hear a knock on the door. Must be Dan. Opening it, I see he's decked out in the outfit I'd picked out for him, though he'd picked out a black and silver Louis Vuitton belt that matched his shoes (and my purse) and a silver chain that attached from his belt loop to his right pocket. He looks hot, to say the least. Fucking hot, to say the most.

     "Ready to go, lo.." he says as soon as I open the door, stopping to look me up and down, "Whoa." he sighs, meeting back up to my eyes.

     "You look amazing, too." I say, gesturing to his outfit. "I'm basically a pro." I praise myself.

     "I am, too." he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to kiss my forehead. "Let's go." he says after releasing me from the hug, intertwining our fingers.