Iridescent

Two

He placed his hands against the black granite counter, and the pulsing veins that were evident with the clench of his fist simultaneously fascinated him and replused him. Lincoln rubbed a hand over his face and he let out a tired sigh as a wave of exhaustion flew through his body, placing a weight on his shoulders. 

Lincoln wanted nothing more than to head home into his shabby yet comfortable apartment and sleep his troubles and worries of the day away, suddenly finding the opportunity that was just outside those restroom doors to be rather small and insignificant in comparison to his racing thoughts.

One looming thought haunted his mind, shadowing above the rest; he had an interview later that week with a company that had an opening for the job of his dreams, and for the past weekend and then some days, he had been battling himself in an endless debate as to whether or not he should follow through with the time and the date. He didn't feel the slightest bit ready, and when he had found out about the job offer through one of his collegues, he couldn't help but have it all feel so surreal. 

But if you get this job, you'll get to move to the city, he reasoned with himself. You've always wanted to live in New York City! Plus, that's where the girl lives, isn't it? 

Lincoln's eyes widened as his own voice rang through his mind. It had been a day, only a full twenty four hours, since he had seen the young woman in the subway station who entranced him for reasons that were still unknown.

It was the way she carried herself, he thought. She seemed to know exactly where she was going, where she wanted to go; yet she was so timid, not yet ready to head there. 

He didn;t know for sure if the girl lived in New York City or not, she had merely gotten off at its main station. 

Maybe she was visiting family there like I was, he pondered. There are thousands of people who live in that city to be sure, anyways.

"Lincoln," a familiar voice sounded awkwardly from outside the restroom doors, startling Lincoln from out of his thoughts, "You alright in there? We're just about ready to order dessert and then we'll be heading out."

"Yeah," Lincoln said, his voice sounding embarassingly gruff, as if he hadn't properly spoken in a while and had just opened his mouth to speak. "I'll be right out."

The sound of footsteps shuffling away allowed him to relax, and he grumbled beneath his breath as he smacked his hands over his cheeks; he blushed whenever he got embarassed or flustered, and it was one thing about himself that he disliked a lot. 

He pushed himself up and off of the granite sink top and rushed to turn the faucet on, awkwardly pretending to wash his hands as the door to the restrooms swung open. A middle-aged man, whose button-up shirt had been hastily untucked, scurried in and, not bothering to even acknowledge Lincoln's presence as he discreetly followed the man with his eyes, locked himself in a stall. 

Lincoln took that as his cue to leave, and he brushed out of the restrooms and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his favorite jacket as he observed people of all different types bustling and bumbling around. He reunited with his group at the respectable table, letting them know that he'd be heading out as they devoured their ridiculously overpriced desserts that came in the tiniest dishes he had ever seen. 

They bid him a hasty farewell, taking a few seconds out of their eating time to convince him to stay, but once seeing and remembering how stubborn he was, waved him off as they carried on their conversation about some headline that had appeared in the news the night before.

As Lincoln stepped outside into the chilly evening air, he felt his lungs fill with relief; he could properly breathe again. He truly loathed stuffy and warm places, they made him feel sick and cramped up. He loved the nighttime and he adored the cold, and that evening, Brooklyn was experiencing the perfect mix of the two. 

He studied the sparkling city lights with a gleam in his eye and a small smile on his face, wishing that he had someone special to share the night with.

And he had the feeling that he would, soon.

                                                         -:-:- 

a/n; 

hello hello, friends!! i hope ya'll have enjoyed this second lil chapter; i love writing about lincoln's character; he's so unique and i hope you like him, too!

i literally have nothing to say right now other than that i'm sorry if this chapter was all over the place; i'm just doing my best to churn out semi-decent chapters as quicky as possible, haha. 

dedicated to ivey bc she's actually one of my best friends (shh, don't tell her that) and she's always encouraging me to write and i just love her so much and there isn't another person that i know who's as supportive and understanding as she is and she's a bamf and basically gets too many dedications from me, xoxo

the comments that this story has been getting has been so incredibly amazing and i honestly don't understand why or how or what, but reading them makes me beyond happy; thank you so much.

thank you for reading!!!

much love; f