For The Plot

12

I found myself in front of her apartment block, but obviously I don't know which one she actually lives in.

Hesitantly, I pulled my phone out of my pocket.
"What?" She asked, after taking five rings to answer. Her voice wasn't mad anymore, it was fed up.

"What number is your apartment?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm stood outside your block right now and didn't really think that through."

"What are you doing here, Elijah?" She groaned, and by the sounds of things she was walking around.

"I need to talk to you, please."

"Number eighty-six." The main door in front of me unlocked, and she hung up.

Taking the steps two at a time, I was out of breath by the time I reached her room. I probably should've just taken the lift. For flats in the Upper East Side, it's in quite good condition, albeit seems quite unsafe.

My heavy fist knocked on the door labelled with a small gold 86.
I heard the locks click, the chain untangle and the door open.

"Hey." I said first.

She didn't exactly look happy to see me, but she still looked painfully gorgeous. Her hair was thrown into a messy bun that rested at the base of her neck. She wore navy yoga leggings matched with a cream cardigan, wrapped around her as her arms crossed her chest.
"Hi."

She stayed silent for a beat, her blue eyes taking me all in. She must have put some things together, such as me being out of breath from running here as well as me coming straight from work.

She didn't ask for me to come in, she just stepped aside, holding the door for me. "Thank you."

I had a quick glance around her apartment and it was nothing like I imagined. The homey, earthy vibe didn't match the wild child I labelled her as. I thought it would be more purple and glitter, less beige and plants.

"Nice place." I managed to say, but shook my head at myself.

"Tea?" She asked, turning towards the kitchen area. It's all open planned, bar the rooms I'm guessing are a bathroom and bedroom.

"Uh, yeah, if you don't mind."

I stood watching as she made her way around the place in her beige fluffy socks. The kettle hummed and she pulled two mugs out of a cupboard, tossing the tea bags into them.

"You don't have to supervise, take a seat." She gestured to the living area. I made my way over to the small sage sofa. My eyes fell to the rolled up poster on the edge of the coffee table, and I think I know what it is.

"I'm sorry for barging in unannounced." I took off my jacket, throwing in on the back of the couch.

"I presumed it was important." She came over, carrying a tray with two mugs, a milk jug and sugar. She placed it down beside the rolled up scroll.

"Yes." I sat proper with my hands clasped together while she pulled a chair forward to sit across from me. "I wanted to apologise."