take forever. With no traffic we pulled up to his building within 40 minutes. I gave the cabbie his extra money like promised. I got out of the cab and stood there looking up towards his apartment building. The street it was on was busy with several local bars lining the street. Patrons were walking about in the warm October air. People looked happy and were laughing and conversing with one another. It looked like a safe, fun place in the city to live. I saw I needed to be buzzed into the building and I didn’t want to have Sam buzz me in so I decided to slip through the door when another person came out of the building. When I finally got through after about 10 minutes of waiting for someone to come out, I walked up to apartment 6. I took in a deep breath and knocked on the door. I waited. No answer so I knocked again. He wasn’t there. I held my hand onto the number 6 on the door and rested my far head against the wood. I fought back tears. It was too late. I paused there for what seemed like eternity.
“What are you doing here?” I heard from behind me. I turned around to see Sam standing there in a pair of black sweat shorts and a long sleeved tight fitted t-shirt, and his baseball cap was on backwards . It made his wavy hair stick out the back. He had a brown paper bag in his hands. He just stared at me until I spoke. Holy shit he was hot. I felt sweat bead up on my far head.
“I came here to talk to you.”
“How did you know where I lived?”
“Tyler” I replied. Sam just shook his head. He moved towards the door and I got out of his way. He fumbled with the key to his apartment.
“Well you might as well come in. I’m curious to hear what you have to say.” I walked in slowly and he set the brown paper bag on the counter of his kitchen. He took out a six pack of beer.
“Would you like one?” he asked me.
“Um I’m good. I think I’ve had enough alcohol for one night.” He popped off the cap to his bottle of beer and lifted it in the air and said “ Huh, I’ll drink to that.” He took a sip and sighed. He made his way over to his sofa and sat down putting his feet crisscrossed on his coffee table.
“So Savannah what brings you to my apartment almost an hour away from your big debut tonight.” He looked very disinterested. He grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels. Sam settled on a sports channel. “Aw man I cannot believe the Phils lost again. Damn it!” I was so angry with the way he was acting. He didn’t want me there. What the hell was I doing?
“Um well I really just wanted to see how you were since you left so abruptly tonight. I was just checking on you.” I remained standing still in his living room.
“Oh I’m fine Savannah. I’m actually more than fine. For the first time in a long time I am thinking clearly. Life is great. You like my new place?” I nodded yes. “I love this neighborhood so much. It’s chaotic and noisy on the weekends. A welcomed break from my regimented Monday through Friday. Now that I’m basically grounded from my job and I work mostly here.”
“You work in the Philadelphia office most of the time?”
“Yep.” He took any sip of his beer and got up from the sofa and stretched. “I travel to DC and New York for meetings every once in a while but it’s only for a few hours at a time.”
“So no more overseas visits?”
“Not really. London 2 or 3 times a year for a week but I played my cards right. I did my job well and I proved myself. And I got promoted. The more initiative I put into my job, the more they wanted me to help run the Philadelphia projects. So here I am.”
He walked away from the sofa. “Will you excuse me? I need to use the bathroom.”
Sam went into the bathroom. He yelled from inside. “ Make yourself comfortable and take a look around. If you want to.” Then I heard the water being turned on. I felt uncomfortable and I just stood there. I began looking around. He had a leather sofa and two arm
“What are you doing here?” I heard from behind me. I turned around to see Sam standing there in a pair of black sweat shorts and a long sleeved tight fitted t-shirt, and his baseball cap was on backwards . It made his wavy hair stick out the back. He had a brown paper bag in his hands. He just stared at me until I spoke. Holy shit he was hot. I felt sweat bead up on my far head.
“I came here to talk to you.”
“How did you know where I lived?”
“Tyler” I replied. Sam just shook his head. He moved towards the door and I got out of his way. He fumbled with the key to his apartment.
“Well you might as well come in. I’m curious to hear what you have to say.” I walked in slowly and he set the brown paper bag on the counter of his kitchen. He took out a six pack of beer.
“Would you like one?” he asked me.
“Um I’m good. I think I’ve had enough alcohol for one night.” He popped off the cap to his bottle of beer and lifted it in the air and said “ Huh, I’ll drink to that.” He took a sip and sighed. He made his way over to his sofa and sat down putting his feet crisscrossed on his coffee table.
“So Savannah what brings you to my apartment almost an hour away from your big debut tonight.” He looked very disinterested. He grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels. Sam settled on a sports channel. “Aw man I cannot believe the Phils lost again. Damn it!” I was so angry with the way he was acting. He didn’t want me there. What the hell was I doing?
“Um well I really just wanted to see how you were since you left so abruptly tonight. I was just checking on you.” I remained standing still in his living room.
“Oh I’m fine Savannah. I’m actually more than fine. For the first time in a long time I am thinking clearly. Life is great. You like my new place?” I nodded yes. “I love this neighborhood so much. It’s chaotic and noisy on the weekends. A welcomed break from my regimented Monday through Friday. Now that I’m basically grounded from my job and I work mostly here.”
“You work in the Philadelphia office most of the time?”
“Yep.” He took any sip of his beer and got up from the sofa and stretched. “I travel to DC and New York for meetings every once in a while but it’s only for a few hours at a time.”
“So no more overseas visits?”
“Not really. London 2 or 3 times a year for a week but I played my cards right. I did my job well and I proved myself. And I got promoted. The more initiative I put into my job, the more they wanted me to help run the Philadelphia projects. So here I am.”
He walked away from the sofa. “Will you excuse me? I need to use the bathroom.”
Sam went into the bathroom. He yelled from inside. “ Make yourself comfortable and take a look around. If you want to.” Then I heard the water being turned on. I felt uncomfortable and I just stood there. I began looking around. He had a leather sofa and two arm
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