businesses and this looked like the only building with an apartment above it. I didn’t like the idea of Gia being alone here at night. I grabbed her things and met her at the door. I was happy to notice that her entrance was locked at the street and you had to ring the buzzer to gain access.
I followed her up the stairs. When we walked into her apartment I was impressed with the way it was decorated. There was every color under the rainbow and it was inviting and cozy. “This is really cool, Gia,” I told her. I noticed its neatness then and how every item had a perfect spot and the books, CDs and movies were lined up exactly perfect and in alphabetical order. “You’re a neat freak, aren’t you?” I had to add.
“I like to keep things organized, if that’s what you mean.” She was putting some things away.
“Yes. That’s what I meant. Did you decorate?” I loved the flow of it. There were pillows everywhere and it looked like no matter where you sat you’d be hugged by comfort. I felt better about her being alone after I’d seen her place. At least it was bright and cheery.
“Yes,” she said. I thought she had a real talent for it. “Do you want some iced tea or should we just go eat?”
“You did a really nice job, Gia. I’m going to use your bathroom and then let’s just go eat.” As I went down the little hall to the bathroom, I snuck a peek at her bedroom. It had plain white walls with nothing hanging on them. A small bed with one flat pillow and a plain light colored bedspread. There was a dresser along the big wall with nothing but a little jewelry box on it. That was it. How could she have decorated her living, kitchen, and dining areas so brilliantly yet her bedroom looked more like a prison cell than a place you would actually chose to be?
I walked into the bathroom and it was beautiful. More colors, fluffy towels, expensive soaps, body washes, and perfumes. I didn’t understand. Maybe she hadn’t decorated her bedroom yet for some reason. Or maybe that’s how she wanted it. That thought made me feel so sad that I dismissed it immediately and convinced myself she just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.
***
Gia
We walked across the street to a little deli where I ate all the time. When we went in, Shane was working the counter. “Gia! Good to see you. Your usual?” he said. I nodded. Everyone who worked here knew me by name and most of them knew what I always ate. Shane had sat with me a couple of times when I’d come in during their slow time and visited while I ate. He was real sweet.
“What’s your usual?” Ethan asked me.
“Club on whole wheat, veggie salad, and a bottle of water,” Shane answered for me. I smiled at Ethan’s expression. I didn’t know if it was because of what my usual was or the fact that Shane answered for me, but the look on his face made me giggle.
“Make that two then,” Ethan said to Shane and I swiped my card before Ethan even knew what happened.
We sat at my favorite little two top right in front of the window where you could look up and see my apartment. Ethan took both of my hands and held them while we waited for our food. He was smiling and shaking his head at me.
“What?” I asked.
“Why’d you give me such a hard time about eating healthy?”
“It’s called flirting,” I said. “It’s when you have a crush on someone and you joke around and tease them. Kind of like what I’m doing to you right now.”
“I love when you flirt with me,” he said. “It makes me feel young again. Don’t ever stop.” He leaned over the table and kissed me.
Our food came and we flirted more while we ate. Then we walked down the street holding hands and I pointed out all the little businesses and different places I go. It was nice to share part of my little home with him. When we got back to my building and were just about to go up my stairway, I heard Bridget call my name and we turned around.
“How was your weekend,
I followed her up the stairs. When we walked into her apartment I was impressed with the way it was decorated. There was every color under the rainbow and it was inviting and cozy. “This is really cool, Gia,” I told her. I noticed its neatness then and how every item had a perfect spot and the books, CDs and movies were lined up exactly perfect and in alphabetical order. “You’re a neat freak, aren’t you?” I had to add.
“I like to keep things organized, if that’s what you mean.” She was putting some things away.
“Yes. That’s what I meant. Did you decorate?” I loved the flow of it. There were pillows everywhere and it looked like no matter where you sat you’d be hugged by comfort. I felt better about her being alone after I’d seen her place. At least it was bright and cheery.
“Yes,” she said. I thought she had a real talent for it. “Do you want some iced tea or should we just go eat?”
“You did a really nice job, Gia. I’m going to use your bathroom and then let’s just go eat.” As I went down the little hall to the bathroom, I snuck a peek at her bedroom. It had plain white walls with nothing hanging on them. A small bed with one flat pillow and a plain light colored bedspread. There was a dresser along the big wall with nothing but a little jewelry box on it. That was it. How could she have decorated her living, kitchen, and dining areas so brilliantly yet her bedroom looked more like a prison cell than a place you would actually chose to be?
I walked into the bathroom and it was beautiful. More colors, fluffy towels, expensive soaps, body washes, and perfumes. I didn’t understand. Maybe she hadn’t decorated her bedroom yet for some reason. Or maybe that’s how she wanted it. That thought made me feel so sad that I dismissed it immediately and convinced myself she just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.
***
Gia
We walked across the street to a little deli where I ate all the time. When we went in, Shane was working the counter. “Gia! Good to see you. Your usual?” he said. I nodded. Everyone who worked here knew me by name and most of them knew what I always ate. Shane had sat with me a couple of times when I’d come in during their slow time and visited while I ate. He was real sweet.
“What’s your usual?” Ethan asked me.
“Club on whole wheat, veggie salad, and a bottle of water,” Shane answered for me. I smiled at Ethan’s expression. I didn’t know if it was because of what my usual was or the fact that Shane answered for me, but the look on his face made me giggle.
“Make that two then,” Ethan said to Shane and I swiped my card before Ethan even knew what happened.
We sat at my favorite little two top right in front of the window where you could look up and see my apartment. Ethan took both of my hands and held them while we waited for our food. He was smiling and shaking his head at me.
“What?” I asked.
“Why’d you give me such a hard time about eating healthy?”
“It’s called flirting,” I said. “It’s when you have a crush on someone and you joke around and tease them. Kind of like what I’m doing to you right now.”
“I love when you flirt with me,” he said. “It makes me feel young again. Don’t ever stop.” He leaned over the table and kissed me.
Our food came and we flirted more while we ate. Then we walked down the street holding hands and I pointed out all the little businesses and different places I go. It was nice to share part of my little home with him. When we got back to my building and were just about to go up my stairway, I heard Bridget call my name and we turned around.
“How was your weekend,
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