Intricacies of the heart

of my apartment, if I didn't pay up my rent before the end of the week. As a jobless twenty five year

in college, in a baking elective I took to fill a credit. She wasn't even supposed to be there, she'd wandered in late, smelling faintly of

g, acting, "maybe just being rich for a while." I talked about kitchens and flavors and how I wanted to cook for people who'd

left on my rickety couch. My apartment wasn't much to look at. Most of the furnitures were second h

d out of breath. I'm guessing she was

've been quite

g going on, all I had was time. She was qui

inks this weekend?" I didn't want to outrightly

ns and a crop top. But, I wanted to make an effort on my appearance. So I sleeked my auburn hair into a bun, applied s

a mirror to admire my effort and I was satisfied. The dress hugged my curvy body in all the right places. Albeit, my cleavage was a little more exposed than I wo

ch. The kind of heat that clings to your skin and makes every step slower and heavier. My phone vibrated in my purse, I brought i

er from the patio. The familiar sound cutting through the mix of conversation and bubbly music. I pushed open the door, the air inside wa

ondered if she was already drunk. She smelled like vanilla and musk wood. Petite, pretty, with a kind of easy confidenc

changed how I saw her. I wasn't judgmental, especially as I was about to ask her to introduce me to her world

d at me like I had grown a second head and four tits. For a second, she didn't say anything, ju

he downed the shot of tequila the bartender p

ng on? You tell me

of my dress, looking at

re closing it down, my landlady is kicki

ally. " why didn't you tell

lively bar, deciding

t keeping Monica in

her hair, before she said anything,

he needs me, I can't turn my back on her rega

shit, how many times times has she relapsed and you had to pay

e sister, wasn't exactly one of my favorite topics. She'

hol. "In two hours, I'm meeting a high profile client, if you're really serious

wning the res