Across The Way

Part I : First Interaction

As I got off of the elevator to head back to my apartment, I see the same guy from the balcony on the way out to the parking deck. My first instinct was to turn around and run back into the elevator because I definitely wasnot prepared for any type of conversation with this man.

As Im walking down the hallway, he starts smiling and proceeds with conversation.

            "Hey, wassup. Are you new out here?" he says in his smooth baritone voice.

The way he licked his lips while speaking sent chills through my body. I could barely formulate my words to respond, but I couldn't seem like I was a rookie a something.

           I softly respond, "Yes. I just moved out here not too long ago."

          " Oh. That's wassup. I knew I didn't recognize you. I hope to see you around more often tho. Don't be a stranger" he responds.

At this  point, Im like alright lets move in together because you are talking to me like you want to be my husband. Let me stop. Too soon.

         "Okay. I will keep that in mind. I hope to see you around as well." I reply.

I wanted to say more, but I didn't want to come off as desperate or easy. Even though the way he was talking to me had me wanting to take off what little piece of swimsuit I had on.

As I begin to walk away, I notice him smirking and scrunching up his eyebrows as if he didn't expect me to actually walk away. I felt his gaze on my back until I got to my apartment,  and went inside.

Once I shut the door, I pressed my backed against it and thought about how fine he was. He was about 6'5, caramel, with the perfect smile. His mustache was freshly lined up and it was obvious that he just got a line up. His hair was freshly plaited and hung down to his shoulders. He had on lounge clothes that were still decent to wear out to dinner if need be. I know this is cliche, but he was perfect. The way he spoke in that small interaction, the way his upkeep was, his demeanor made him even more attractive.

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After a failed pool day, I decided that I would at least have some quality "me" time. These past few weeks have been so hectic. From starting a new job, moving to the city, leaving that toxic ass relationship, and navigating life, I have truly been exhausted. It's like I just can't get back on track with my normal day to day life. After the breakup with Troy, I completely isolated myself from everyone and everything. It literally felt like the end of the world. I could barely eat , sleep , let alone think. Everything I knew was null and void. I couldn't even tell you who I, was. I was so submersed in being wifey material I completely lost myself. This is one of the reasons Troy and I didn't work out. I mean that is aside from the fact that he was living a double life maintaining two households. Yeah, two households. Enough about Troy, I have finally got to the point where my stomach doesn't turn flips when I think about him.

Once I got out of that much needed shower, I decided on making creamy Tuscan chicken for dinner. I was going to order a 10 piece honey hot combo, but decided against it. I'm supposed to be saving, and apparently the majority of my excessive spending is on the food. So, I will be having food at home.

While the garlic bread is in the oven, I decide to pull blinds up to admire just how beautiful the city is. The skyline of Atlanta is unmatched. The lights, the buildings, the feeling it gives when you get to observe it from a distance. This apartment has the floor to ceiling windows that allow you to take in the entire view. There is a balcony, but I haven't had a chance to deck it out to liking yet. Along with beautiful windows are 12 foot ceiling to compliment the space. I really did my big one with this apartment.

Dinner is complete and now it is time for me to relax and put on one of shows. I can't decide if I want to watch something spooky or messy. I'm leaning more towards spooky. So, I put on an episode of American Horror Story. About halfway through, I get a call from the concierge letting me know that I had a delivery. At first I thought maybe it was a mixup because it's 9 o'clock at night. I haven't made any orders, so I shouldn't be receiving any packages. Once I finished my episode, I cleaned up the kitchen so that I could head down to see what this delivery was.