CHAPTER SIX

BRYAN

It's Wednesday, and all Wednesdays are off days, along side Saturdays and Sundays. I jump out of bed and head to my planning board. I dust off the previous plans from yesterday, which included “Have Maria over for sex” and I laugh at myself. I'm beginning to see how pathetic my life really is.

I write down fresh plans for the day, and I decide to leave Maria, or sex, out of my plans.

Binge watch Grey's Anatomy

Buy take out for noon

Study the Indiana Medical case

Go to the gym

Visit Mike

Binge watch Grey's Anatomy. Again.

I smile at my plan, though quite short, they are time consuming, so they pretty much cover up my 24 hours.

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When I'm back from the gym by 4pm, I freshen up and drive down to Mike's.

This take the elevator to the last floor. When it finally opens, I'm met by a pair of striking blue eyes, she looks like she's in her late twenties, not too late, 26/27. She has beautiful, curly, shoulder length hair, she has inviting lips and most inviting of all, her boobs.

But she looks like she's been crying, her eyes are red and she looks very sad, but I don't pry.

I stare for about 30 seconds before she snaps her hands at me.

“Hello? I need to make it down, if you'd be so kind as to step out the elevator please”. She says, her voice, shaky.

“Yes, sorry”.

I step out, but my eyes never leave her body, it's perfect. The perfect curves, the perfect lips, the perfect hair, the perfect height. I'm still scrutinizing her when the doors shut close. Stupid doors.

I head to Mike's, he's watching Grey's Anatomy, I smirk when I realize I'm gone past the episode he's on.

“I've got spoilers” I say, announcing my presence.

He pauses it as fast as he can and pleads.

“Oh dude no, please, don't, please”

I laugh.

“Only because you asked nicely though”

He goes back to watching it when I interrupt again.

“Hey Mike, sorry to interrupt. New girl on the floor?” I ask.

“None that I know of. Why?”

“I saw a girl, pretty one. Casually dressed, shoulder length hair, blue eyes...”

“Ohhh I gat ya, that's Dan's sister. Moving in Friday, must have come to see him”. He says, breaking his words as he gives his full and undivided attention to the TV.

“Oh, Thanks man”.

I sit next on the couch directly opposite the TV, Mike hates the seat, apparently the light from the TV gets in his eyes when he's faced to it directly.

I'm staring at the TV, but I'm not paying attention to it, my mind is on the girl from the elevator. I didn't feel like this the first day I saw Maria, or Channel, or Clarissa, or Navida, or even Chika, who I met in Africa during a medical tour, my attraction to Chika was the closest, the realest. Sh was of a different race and of different culture, her hair and skin color was very attractive too. But it still does not match the fascination that comes with the elevator girl.

I wave it off and mutter to myself,

“I must reaaaally be tired”

So I let it go.

But I can't let it go, I'm still thinking of her.