Page 315 of Lilah
That's a little dramatic. It isn't really dumpster-esque. It's actually quite nice. But it's just not home.
"We meet again," a male voice says as I make it to the elevator of my building. I turn to the guy. Towel guy. I only sigh.
I enter the elevator and he follows in it after me. I click my floor and he only stands beside me, not clicking any other floor.
I think about letting loose an air-biscuit just to suffocate him in here but unfortunately, I don't have any brewing at the moment.
"I think you and I got started off on the wrong foot, the times we have seen each other," he begins, turning toward me.
I will laugh in his face if he tells me his name is Chad.
"I'm Jake," he says and I close my eyes. Jake. His name seriously has to be Jake.
Nope, his name's not Jake, it's Jack. I'm calling him Jack.
"Nice to meet you, Jack," I watch the floor number as it stops at my floor.
"W-Well, it's Jake, but yeah, you can call me whatever beautiful," I feel his smile on the side of my face but I don't look at him.
"What is it?Jade?"I turn toward him, scrunching my eyebrows.
"Jack," he says then his eyebrows scrunch together and he shakes his head, "wait, no. My name is Jake."
"Oh," I draw out, "sorry Jack."
I laugh evilly internally. Grey would be proud of me at this moment.
I walk out of the elevator and toward my room. He follows.
"Like I said, name doesn't matter. What are you doing later?" he keeps up with my pace, walking beside me.
"Probably spending the rest of the night on Facetime with my b-word while he sits in his office doing nothing," I tell him honestly.
"Your bitch?"
"Yep," I nod.
"Like boyfriend?" he asks. Duh, what else would I be talking about? I only give him a nod.
"Yes ma'am," I add when I realize he might not have been looking at me. He chuckles at my answer.
"Just so I know, is there any chance you and your bitch would ever break up?" he stops as I stop at my room.
"Yeah, no," I give him a smile and he nods understandingly.
"Okay well, I obviously don't have a chance. Want my number though? Solely for friendly conversations," he says honestly.
Oh my gosh. A friend.
"You promise? Don't flirt with me or I'll jack you up," I warn him. We exchange numbers.
We definitely got off on the wrong foot but maybe, just maybe he won't turn out too bad.
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'Happy birthday, love'
I smile at the text from Grey.
